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NecromanticStained on white, a holy cross
as crimson as the blood I take
From she; my beauty now entombed
severed from me, never to wake.
She'd sworn me vows in her sweet blood
that bound her heart to me in life
And so I've come to take what's mine
to crown her my eternal wife
A halo of roses celestial white
I place on her head as I lay in death's bed
My soul seeks the purest expression of heart-
To make love to the beautiful dead
I clasp her tight with all my might
Let my love warm her frozen skin
My demise spared, her beauty bared
I lose myself within
What fire ignites at her cold touch
Passions flame to which I'm doomed
I weep with lust at every thrust
To the corpse of love I'm groom'd
I feel her sigh against my cheek
I hear her voice deep in the earth
She bids me come in nine months hence
to witness our son's birth
I kiss her lips one final time
I cannot think this act a crime
There is no Hell in which I'll burn..
greater than life till my return.
The torment of being parted from her...
All that matters
He whispers my name
His presence encircles me with passion's mist
beneath glass stars we had touched and kissed
and rivaled with true love's flame
When my life would never be the same.
He sings in my ear
And lithe arms hold me as we sway
The world; its darkness fading away
He tells me not to fear
That I am the love that he holds dear
He strokes my face
He tells me that I am beauty entombed
In a foolish realm that has wrongly assumed
That tries to taint me with disgrace
But we shall find a secret place
He shows me he loves me
Through cracked mirrors he proves their lies
With promises spelled with fireflies
That dispel and fly so free
And leave us in our ecstacy
He is by my side
He places my hands upon his chest
And with his kiss my lips are blessed
I raise the gift I've had to hide
And praise the night that falseness died.
Prometheus knew not this pain, I am chained to the grave of love. There is not a time, a date or place that I know cessation of her ghostly fingers tearing out my heart. This is the place I shall surely die, strangled with the scarlet ribbons of her unending love. She has burned each second that I have breathed without her, into my skin with her frozen kisses. Her voice, which is of joy and torment to my soul, sings softly in my ear each time I try to play; her delicate laugh laced with poison resounds from my blood as my fingers thrash guitar strings. I had longed for a love to never abandon me.. and despite death she is relentless. The pain of her loss has long been overshadowed by the greater agony I am fated to endure. To hear her, to feel her, to see her in my dreams.. but never to touch, to hold or to kiss. I once knew a love that was too passionate to behold, I craved every essence of her, her blood was liquid gold and I longed for its taste. Now I cannot bear the sight of my ow
All That RemainsMay this recording survive for us
long after our ashes cease to be
Now I am going to her..
to find her and run free.
This place was all that she had feared
I could have saved her yet
What right have I to mourn her so
-To break with this regret?
I see her face in every dream
I hear her screaming out my name
I stayed up each and every night
Yet still the nightmare came
I breathed the air till I did choke
Yet she is not a part of me
Her ashes danced too high above
And left no trace of she.
I stood there frozen, dumb with fear
I let them take her from my sight
I heard her screams amongst the crowd
I did not even try to fight.
How could I, with love so true
Stand by and watch with soundless breath?
The evil that I blindly fed
Dressed, like I, in shrouds of death.
My chance was there, I moved too late
I blinked and all my world was lost
And wordlessly did I repent
To her; my Angel; kissed with fro
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