Sleepless night as I toss and turn in positions that all seem wrong
Unfamiliar hands roam my body that don't and probably never did belong
Faces darkened with lust and colored with greed
Nails rake down my back as my heart screams and bleeds
Stained candy coated bed sheets brightly remind me of the blind need I percieved
My back is arched and curved around a florescent sickly pale hip
The release boasts of a hundred years worth of tears that never leaves my lips
Laughter bounces off the walls mocking faces dance with satisfaction
My shaking turns to shivers and my reaction focuses for only a fraction
I feel a sun kissed warmth graze the nape of my neck and linger in the saintly scent of my skin
An arm of steel and gold secures his grip on my hips and somehow reaches me from within
A nightmare so distant from truth how could I even believe the demons that reached me in my sleep
When I awake to a man everyday whose love I keep
Sleepless night as I toss and turn in positions that all seem wrong
One night without you beside me to keep me safe and warm.. 24 hours seems forever too long.
I am but a puppet to my heart's passion
In the crudeness of the night
Truth and shadows mimic the twilight
And things that hide in the light
Become plainly and vividly in sight
There is a rawness to utter darkness
It is, in my opinion, what many fear
Because inside your head, free of noise, it is a coward that always appears
As dawn lifts the sky and the sunlight draws near
Your reality begins. Enjoy your life of sin.

"This passion, this burn, this fire... it will consume me eventually."
Me, myself, & my mic

"My touch sets the pace as I lace my fingers around it's thin waist, and my voice sends static music that hypnotizes you without a choice, and my words? Oh, my words. They are the potency behind my sweet lips poetic bite. Just me, myself, & my mic.
Self Portrait
My body aches with desire
My fingers itch with passion
My mind yearns for truth
My heart screams for compassion
Live with purpose
Fight for a cause
Find reason for each breath you take
Because everyone dies
But not everyone lives
My fingers itch with passion
My mind yearns for truth
My heart screams for compassion
Live with purpose
Fight for a cause
Find reason for each breath you take
Because everyone dies
But not everyone lives
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Nightmares
Posted by Kay Martiatu at 11:12 AM
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