Empath In flames

(29.08.1985 / Australia)

[Aphrodite, my Immortal Love…]


She was all alone…
Inside my eyes.
As her scene cast a gentle
haze of fuschia dreams.
Dissolving my knees
To a deep tremor,
of desired love…

My Phrygian princess
How I loath your ancient control,
Unwillingly, for am I
forever devoted to you?
poisoned by arrow, must I be? ? ?

If I was to drive this blade,
through my heart.
Would you cry for me…

~Could my bleeding soul,
Serve such a purpose?
Would it set me free? ? ? ~

If I was to die,
In front of you.
Would you notice my plea…

~Will this feeling,
Devour within me?
would this pain ever leave.~

I will fade for you…

Fade for you…

Fade …

For you…

~My immortal love…~

~Empath~

Submitted: Thursday, March 13, 2008
Edited: Saturday, March 15, 2008

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