to my dearly departed

[Ragga_Wh0re]

the hour is late
my heart sits still
raindrops splish and splash
as I await for the thrill...
the thrill of the first glance
the taste of his kiss
the feeling of his touch
burning my skin,
utilizing my skills
to make ideals become real

the hour is late
my heart now beats
silence is the first sign of defeat,
i have him in my grasp
tightly i hold
to someone mismatched
and with this,
the storys been told.

the hour is late
my heart does cease
trying to find beauty,
in the forbidden beast,
How perfectly our bodies did mold,
minds did mesh
struggling to confess,
but with this we did digress.

The begginniing of the end

the hour is late
heart in hand
a slayn beauty
...the beast was this woman.

to my dearly departed.