"Immortal"

I shall not dwell on shattered dreams.
The three fates stand before me and time shall be bent. Twisted and contorted until all that's left is a swrill of brillant radience, so bright my iris' drain of their chocolate color.
Untouched by the ectasy, pain, passion of life.
I am but a glistening unborn child of the Goddess.
I turn to see but danger and listen to the meloncholy cries of lonley children.
Rain falls until its droplets quench my new skins thirst.
The sun soon lays upon me to dry th sky's sign of weeping off of thee.
He came to me but a sudden glance of unbearable masculence.
A black rose with thorns that shall draw crimson from my silk flesh.
It pulls at my heart until my breath expells rapidly.
A metallic taste touches my tounge and all that comes is oblivion.
I wither once you touch me and I grant passage into me and my soul.
Thy is incabable of feeling true love but passion came from but the flame's of lust.
Shall I return to you?
Crone lead me.
This wound festers under this blade.
The sky has fought back and displays lighning full of unadultrated ire.
I come back to your heart retreating into your open arms so that you may hold me, Goddess, and place your ruby lips on my forehead.
Then once more, I am thoughtless, without the pleasure that pain brings.
I see no evil and hear no anger so it shant play folly.
You are never immortal but untouchable in her arms.

---Bianca Jeffries---

By confessor