Poems from jes.clark
She was a pretty rose,Her thorns, sharp meant to protect her
He saw her blushing petals and craved her sweet frailty
He tore her from her...
Burning desires,
Bequeathed to the fires
Push the blade into my flesh
To live, is to die
As the blood runs down I feel like I can fly...
The silk of twilight's sweet caress
come down with me 'ol sweet symphony of hum and briar
until we collapse under a blanket made of...
Maybe I'm a sinner
Maybe I don't give a shit
Maybe I'm the victim
Maybe I'm the murderer
All these dreams and all these things
Make me...
All this pain from yesterday
I feel so alone
At home
With only the bottle as my friend
And again, replaced empty spaces with delusions...