Be my whore.

And then, she turned her back to Cassiopeia. She, calmly enough,
moved Her fingers towards her naked body, touching her hair...
her neck...and moving slowly through her waist and her fragile hips.

Shivering she, could feel her heart beating. Hitting her. Time and again.
The feeling of what could come next made her forger what she had
already done. No need to breath. No need to feel or regret. It was she
who came. She who pleased herself through Her.

But, nothing last forever, and she kept thinking to herself why...why having
so much fun with Her without even being she, and then losing Her.

Only scars to prove that She was there. In that darkened room. With her.

Weird so, She wasn't ready for the second round. She wanted her. She
desired her. She was lusting after her. So, She kept moving her fingers
reaching her feet and back to the top, closing her eyes.

"You're mine", whispered Cassiopeia.

"I'm your whore", her voice trembled, on the verge of tears.

...And She smiled.

Portrait

So, I had to rape it out
...obliged to
...lost through you
and it makes no difference.

And you watch me standing still
tainted
reckless
allowed to.

Stab me
take your paintbrushes
and..
paint me a nameless portrait.

Use my hair,
my fingers,
my blood
and my lust.

Changing colors
from white to red
magnifying what's left
and what's was never there.

Echoes
of smashing and twisting what's mine
could it be love
or could it be art?

And I can barely see.
lights,
turn off the lights
I want to see the canva.

Wasted time
dim lights
pointless fights
for the sake of the unsung drugs.

Tale of woe

Hidden in her own shame
she embraced the devil.
Though she acted in haste
the corner of her eye bled

"Beware of her smile", quoth they.
When life deceived itself
Inner lust was never revealed
to a soul once sold for free.

She wanted freedom of choice
and she wanted unbridled passion
Once, she sold her soul
have no faith in her eyes.

To indulge her concealed desires
masochism was unrestrained
Intense screams 'till she came undone
the inevitable of pain was yet to come

In a gesture of atonement
she torn her eyes away
and brought her life to an end
like she always did before.

Sad tale

Another voice broke in and I yearned it was you standing next to the opened

door. Shivering I, whispered your name. "Cassiopeia" echoed through the 

void. I've seen you come back now and then and now it's not something  I 

care to see but still, here I crawl. The room is so cold...My blood flows in  my 

veins, like tainted voices trying to escape. Weak, unable to hide the shame, 

with my eyes open wide, I await for whatever might come.

Hallucinations...of grief. But, I still can hear you breathing and now it's time for 

you to come in and join me in silence. So, here we are again. It's been a while,

right? You look...pale and...a bit haggard, yet alive. Your face...lugubrious....

What have you been through? For once, you do not pose a threat. In fact, I pity 

you, like you always did.

Nevermind, welcome back. I missed you so. I shall look weak, worn and tired.

No worries, it's just because I haven't slept a lot...but I wanted to stay awake, 

to see you. 

"Stop it" you cried, and a shroud covered your eyes, "..you're dying, your 

dreams fade, not one has left for you...and it shall not end until your death 

comes."

I know, I always knew. There were nights I woke up dizzy, shivering, almost

at the end of line, convinced I was deceased. Something scary, something 

creepy, what  had left was just eerie. I never claimed it would be easy, nor it 

would be a fad. In the age of time, life seems plain a mess. I shall expect the 

inevitable consequences of choices never made. 

Let it be you who will stab my back. No mercy at all and as I'll fade I'll bid 

you farewell. My grief will be yours.

Eternally alone

Like a thunder into the storm

an innocent moment of clarity

was the day i was born

a crime against humanity.

Years came by, i had no choice

am i gonna rue the day?

When life drowned my voice

there was no need to pray.

One last sacrifice for farewell

is what i need the most 

whether here or in hell

i won't feel any remorse.

This ain't to be humankind

full of scars in my hand

but, i guess, i'll be fine

whichever is the final land.

Ethereal heroine

Thy sins

embrace my throat

whence 

serene came.

Lustre through

my gallantry

was 

disdained

by thou.

Counterfeit

decay

tries to perish

what once

was fading too,

...me.

Death,

why do you

linger so?

When silence

grows,

approach me

with grace..

Let 

your sins

abuse

what 

was 

never seen

...me

The one

seeking

an 

arcane shelter

when

drought

and famine
profoundly

drowned

my voice

Let's see

 Another attempt to write a poem! Wish me luck!

There's a truth behind every betrayal.
Should I prepare myself for your betrayal to come?
Concealing visions of hell,
my own hell of thoughts....

Screw it, I can't write anymore. Useless words for an ominous
silence that beckons me, time and again...And, I can't ...I wish I
could write something...anything...For once again, i wish i was that
innocent girl...I'm too tired..again....No purpose beneath those words
of misery and I feel...I don't know what I feel! In such an apathy
condition again and there's no one there to blame..and I hate myself.
I hate you..me...us for being sincere to each others 'cause it hurts..
so much...to know the truth..your inner thoughts..your lust for pure
dignity...I was special or that's what I thought and I kept smiling to you..
for you...every single time...We could have worked it out! We can work it
out...trust me..please....I'm not begging you..therefore, I want you to believe
in me and therefore in you.....

Moments like these I think I am utterly infatuated with you. That's why, I
guess, I can't write! Am I egocentric to think in this way? Kinda pathetic..
That should not be a reason. For you I am the one who deserves to
take a paper and write on it. So simple! Well, wish it was!

I'm not a writer, an author, a poet...God, not even close..Maybe, I should
stop crying my heart out and take a nap..but...I can't...it's too early and I
desperately want to write something...for me.....

I thought poetry was pure...I was wrong.....nevermind.....I'm alright...or
at least I was...

Crimson lips

When hope is shattered
you no longer have to dream.
Crave for love, thee beloved princess
and, yet, thou sink to grief.

Sheer vanity compels thy pride
when each one of thee is perished.
No one left to fight for thou
accept the inevitable stap of pain.

Weird how his sins are upon thou..
lost in sorrow, the crime is done.
The splendour of unkissed lips
O, wait for him, he is to come.

Lily-princess why are thou weeping?
Cease your soul, leave no need of thee.
Dicey tryst lust for light
wherein thou gave the life of thee

....for evermore
.......Adieu!

Sincerity

 I'm constantly struggling
 to keep control of my thoughts
 but beyond my mind
 there's nothing,
 nothing but
 an obscure shadow
 of misery and hate.
 An uneasy silence descends
 and I'm all alone,
 no pretending.
 I can barely
 feel tears welling in my eyes,
 so I'd rather tore them away
 than reminiscing.
 Once,
 when there was void,
 everything seemed so
 familiar.
 Now,
 I close my eyes
 and choose to see
 another painted black sky,
 dead and bleak.
 Long gone from now...