White Waves
White waves upon my fingers
In ocean risings to wallowed winters
Tears are washed beneath azure rivers
Let me escape the dream of moon-less eyes
Melted into a cloud of stygian lies
Beside sadistic skies
The detail hides
Though
The lyrical swan surrenders her wings
To a hearts dwam
Nearing epsilon
Dystocia are hands of halcyon
The pain is veiled with a blood stain
Of abysmal rain
Splintered to an ancient reign
But archaic to Romeo
Who poisoned his soul for a love
That flooded his every vein
His princess slain
Did she die in vain?
For hearts have been severed
Since before we ever became
&
I can feel the hunger
As my teeth shudder
I'm enslaved to the weapon of a warmonger
Though hunted is the hunter
Haunted ghosts burn chaos to bloodlust ambrosia
When starved to the extinct body of anorexia nervosa
Wilted within the aroma of ormosia
A droplet off the sun in dewdrop mist
Taunting the thorns that are strangling my limbs swift
Forever to a rabbit's risk
I may be weak but I'm crisp
Your words float upon my bones
Yet still unknown
Has my heart sewn the peril its grown?
-LaurenAshley
© LTarabori92
4/10/21
In ocean risings to wallowed winters
Tears are washed beneath azure rivers
Let me escape the dream of moon-less eyes
Melted into a cloud of stygian lies
Beside sadistic skies
The detail hides
Though
The lyrical swan surrenders her wings
To a hearts dwam
Nearing epsilon
Dystocia are hands of halcyon
The pain is veiled with a blood stain
Of abysmal rain
Splintered to an ancient reign
But archaic to Romeo
Who poisoned his soul for a love
That flooded his every vein
His princess slain
Did she die in vain?
For hearts have been severed
Since before we ever became
&
I can feel the hunger
As my teeth shudder
I'm enslaved to the weapon of a warmonger
Though hunted is the hunter
Haunted ghosts burn chaos to bloodlust ambrosia
When starved to the extinct body of anorexia nervosa
Wilted within the aroma of ormosia
A droplet off the sun in dewdrop mist
Taunting the thorns that are strangling my limbs swift
Forever to a rabbit's risk
I may be weak but I'm crisp
Your words float upon my bones
Yet still unknown
Has my heart sewn the peril its grown?
-LaurenAshley
© LTarabori92
4/10/21