Duncan Midnight

We will never be part

Of a bigger whole,

For we are not a shape

And they are not our puzzle.

We will never speak their words

And we will never whisper

Their judgement,

For we are deaf

And they are mute.

We will never play the part,

And we won't be named as an act,

For we are the story

And the book closes with our coffins.

We will always stand tall

And watch the grass beneath our feet,

For we are not the trees

To give shade,

And not the sky

For them to gaze.

We will never crumble

And we won't be their ruins,

For the siege never reached the gates

And their horns sounded hollow

And I shall stand by you

To laugh and cry,

For we sing the same song

The same tone

I wish I didn't remember you...

How your footprints

Stray further away from me,

Tied by a thread of your perfume.

Poisonous,

Sweet,

Lingering,

Choking,

A cocktail of honey and venom

You bathed yourself in.

I would love to use hate

On my lips

And shout your name

Like a curse until

My lips crack.

I would love to pluck my eyes

Like weeds,

So I can't see your body

But your soul...

The same body

That melted in my arms,

To which I drew curves

With my lips.

Maybe I felt your marble fangs,

Maybe I chose to ignore them,

Maybe they were hidden

Beneath two sour cherries...

Maybe they tasted sweet

On my tongue.

I should feel peace

In the stillness of my mind,

And rip every page from our story...

Yet I keep those where

You wrote my name,

Where you spilled your kisses

And your tears.

Let's close this chapter for today,

Maybe I will read the end tomorrow

Scratch my fingers in the marble pages

Wear your chainmail of clouds,

And let the cloak of thunder

Cover the earth below you.

Gaze upon us with gray eyes,

And may your voice

Be the wind that chills the bones.

Show us how untamed you are

With roars of lightning,

With your eyes darkening.

Descend to us,

Crack the earth,

Scorch it...

Make the burnt forest

Be your choking perfume.

Let your endless tears,

Clear as drops of glass,

Crash against me,

Stinging my skin,

Piercing my heart...

And then you stop.

Your roars become whispers

Tracing my arm,

Reaching my neck,

Kissing it with cold lips.

You strip the chainmail,

You let the clouds scatter

At your feet,

And for the first time

I see beyond your chaos,

Where your steps

Gently caress the earth.

I would get you lost

In my embrace,

And have the crack of thunder

Mark my skin...

But so will your pureness

Be cracked,

Stained by earthly gentleness.

May you return again,

Pure and wild as today.

May I fall for you

As I did today...

My wild lightning,

My sky goddess,

Hungry aren't we?

For you hunt only when you need,

Your fangs sink in flesh

Only for the taste

You inhale blood

Only for the scent...

But not this time.

It is not the prey

That makes you drool.

It is not the hunt

That makes your heart lunge.

You don't step swiftly around me...

Your paws shake with anticipation.

You look at my body

Smooth and untouched,

As your eyes darken

Like two black holes.

You reek of need,

Of rawness,

Of hunger.

You tread on cowardly steps,

Waiting to mark

Something that's already yours.

Closer now,

Let your fur of reason fall,

And have the courage

To sharpen your claws against me...

Let your scent linger,

Choke me with your craving.

Will I wait any longer

Drawn with ink

On her canvas skin,

Doodles

Tied together,

Messy and purposeful.

Careful with the brush,

The lines must not be straight

On her thighs.

Drops of ink

Must crash into the skin,

Must crack it and fill it

With void.

Around her chest,

The paint must be thicker.

The void must shine

Under the moonlight,

And once it is covered

You must pluck it

Burn it.

For the ink doesn't stay still.

Next are the limbs,

Caress them gently

But bite them

Like a famished wolf.

Make the marks deep yet gentle,

So she wears them with pride,

With fondness on how she got them.

Don't let it tangle in the wind,

The ink must dry, not spread.

Last but not least

Cover the stars around her

Make her the ones that shines in the dark.

Keep her like a secret treasure,

You shiver with curiosity

Under the fog of night.

You shy away from me,

You and your little light.

I circle you,

I taunt you,

Like little whispers,

Echoed by the mind of kids.

I would crack my skin

To touch you,

And tar would bleed

From the tears.

I will linger my hunger

Over your waxed body,

How beautiful it changes,

How heat pours over your curves,

How humbly you undress

In front of me

How your little flame

Gasps in anticipation.

You sway,

Sometimes you ripple.

You get smaller,

And I become bigger.

To gloom over your softness,

To drool over that heated heart.

Oh to savour when I pluck the lights

And plunge you in the dark.

To succumb at my voice,

To moan at my touch

To beat your heart

Against my desire,

To hear it crack

When I tuck it

In my hand.

Soon now,

Just a little more,

Short breaths,

Bigger gasps.

Blush now

For I won't see it later

I will stain your eyes with mine.

To hear her laughter

Would be more than a blessing,

And to see herself dressed

In frustration

Would be more than a sentence.

She would smile warmly

And her dreams would paint her lips

The glimpses in her eyes

Could form constellations....

And then they will fade.

The darkness would linger

On her curves at night

And she will grin with desire.

With whispers

To pluck your mind

And inject her body

Into your every thought...

To crave for her,

To lust for her.

Her touch will be cold

And your paper skin

Would crumple against it.

You will call it a pleasure,

A desire for something raw,

And she will give you something

Or nothing at all.

She will hope for what is true,

And she will crave

But not for you.

Eat you between moans,

And sew you between giggles.

Licking her rose lips,

And scratch you with thorn nails.

Still you stand,

Still you admire,

For such a soul is rare.

To create, to destroy,

To demand, to beg....

To take away every layer, my love,

With sharp sways

And crystal edges,

Like you would undress an onion,

Holding in your tears

Until there is nothing left.

Gently now,

A steady hand on

The cold-kissed blade

Must not tremble

As you unbutton my skin.

The salt from your tears...

It tingles,

And my muscles twitch at their touch.

You whisper with a sad smile at me,

But the whispers reach only you.

You peel me off gently,

Tossing and turning

In the cradle of your arms.

You explore,

You dig deeper,

You blush between breaths,

You scratch the bones

Beneath my chest.

It feels warm,

As you pluck my ribcage

With intimacy,

Like the wind plucks

A wilted petal.

A ragged breath,

Warm,

Suffocating,

To wrinkle your laced layer,

To crumble beneath my gaze,

To see the redness of your skin.

What's next my love?

Another layer?

The one that holds my breath,

So you can cherish it for yourself.

Your tears split your skin

Gracefully.

Like a flower blooming

For the first time.

I see your pearly bones,

The cherry blood,

The same one

Powdered on your cheeks.

What about my pulsing core?

The one that beats at your gaze,

Giggling at your sight.

Will you grasp it for yourself

Or will it let you pulse your name

Such are the beggars,

Crawling on the dirt

That you stepped on,

Reaching for you

But never touch you,

Looking at you like a fortune

That's just out of reach...

And between their crooked voices

I only watch you in awe and disgust

As you sway your curves like lace whips,

With your frozen eyes, cracked...

And on me fixed.

I won't beg for your sin,

That sates the brain not the heart.

I won't beg for your frozen eyes

To crack my ragged skin.

I won't beg

To have them melt in my heart.

I won't beg...

To feel your moon skin

Pressed against mine,

And how those razor lips

Scratch my neck

Between your breaths.

My poor heart,

So eager to get stuck in your fangs

As you tear your veils in front of me,

To choke on your words

Until they become moans.

I won't beg...

As you kiss my sanity with cravings,

As I gasp for air underneath your scent.

I will crack my lips with thirst

And you will lick the blood beneath them.

I will drown myself in your bitter lust.

I won't beg....

I shall not hear the barking

You used to call me with.

I shall not feel the warmth of your fur

Nor the ragged scratches of your paws...

You will never fear the storm ever again,

Yet I shall be afraid of it for you.

It shall crack the sky with your voice,

And I shall look back to search for you.

It will pour down, but never again on you...

It shall pour down

Against the earth that covers you.

I shall blame myself for letting you die by it,

To curse its name for taking you away from me...

How could I?

To hate something for mere existing,

For having you in it's arms instead of me.

I wished only for a quick death,

For never hear your voice beg...

Beg?

As I begged it,

To let me do it myself,

To grant me this punishment

And be the one that took you away.

I wish I was there

So you can hear apologies

As your eyes closed.

I wish I was there to tell you I was proud,

And that you were the best.

I can barely look now.

How such a beautiful soul

Now sleeps in a bed of dirt.

I put you inside,

I tucked you in earth,

Put the cross to be sure,

Yet I still feel you...

I still hope I will look behind me,

And happily you will run at me.

I wish I did more,

For now it didn't seem enough.

I wish I could tell you

That I died with you,

That the part of me you made

Followed you.

It dark outside...

We used to stay together now,

Running and playing.

I hope you can forgive me

For not knowing what you suffered,

For not talking your way.

I hope you can forgive me

How she steps

On the porcelain snow,

With curves covered by blizzard,

Tucked in fur

To keep her thirst warm.

She growls in lust,

She howls in giggles,

She dances between the trees,

And she lunges at me.

Her claws dig in,

Her fangs caress my neck,

My breath runs with the wind,

Carrying her name.

She circles me,

Toys with me,

Looking like I'm a cottontail rabbit

Ready to be drenched in sin.

She whispers my name,

My ears stand upright...

Curiosity?

Danger?

To hop towards her feet,

To run from her amber gaze,

To...

To stand still

As she licks my neck with hunger.

I feel her,

Tearing at my soul,

Plucking my heart

Like the wind

Plucks the last wilted petal.

I see her,

Foggy as the blizzard itself,

The smile,

The joy,

The thrill of the hunt,

The savouring of victory...

A mere trophy

Of flesh.

She's earned me,

I saw Anxiety,

Sewing its name in my arm

With a dull needle and a gray tread.

Its skinny hands were always shaking.

It never looked me in the eyes,

Never said a word,

Not even a whisper.

It lives in the basement of my soul,

Where no light shines,

Where no cold slips through,

It closes the door,

And vanishes into my own mind.

It was always the weeping song

Of Sadness,

That gave my soul a voice.

We used to tell stories

To one another,

Sheding tears

And half-smiling,

Like we drank tears

And then got drunk.

It stays in the bedroom of my soul,

Weeping on the stained pillows,

Covered in a ragged blanket,

So it can cry in its dreams.

It was always Anger who woke me up,

Shouting, cursing

From the attic of my soul,

Like a chained patient

In the asylum of dreams.

Nails stuck in its back,

A rusty, barbed wire necklace

Around its neck,

It is mad, alone...

Everyone is deaf

When mad people speak.

I saw Hate,

Staring at me with dead eyes,

Listening to every sound of agony

That echoes throughout my soul.

It went to anxiety and burned it to the ground,

Enjoying its screams with every second.

It pulled out the nails of Anger,

And watched the river of blood

Pouring from my soul.

It went to Sadness,

Drowned it in its tears,

Watching the life slowly fading

In its eyes.

In the end,

How many shapes

You took in my mind?

At first,

Your curves split the moonlight in half

Worshipping you like a zealot.

The obsidian lips parted slightly,

Giving voice to

This celestial anomaly

That stood in front of me.

You bound yourself in time.

To me, and to this earth.

My goddess walked beside me.

Choking me with divine crave.

You sunk your roots in me,

Tangling in my heart...

And before I knew it,

My mind bloomed flowers of you.

Your porcelain skin cracked

Under my touch,

Shedding piece by piece...

And the stars fell in awe and lust.

You grew fangs,

Carved in marble,

Brushed with blood.

Your hands grew

Crude onyx claws,

And my goddess kissed by moonlight,

Became a simple heretic,

Strapped by cravings.

What could've I done

To run from such a beautiful fall?

To be humble,

As she hungers for me?

I stared in awe at this beast,

Watching as her fangs caressed

My body held her marks

Like a baby,

Carefully tucked in lingerie

And soft kisses.

The gentle caress

Of her claws always

Traced along my scars,

Humble, yet predatory.

My teeth always ache

At the perfume of her skin,

To taste the pulse across

Her veins.

She would curse me with lust

Before plucking my lips with hers.

She would scratch at my flesh

Like a rabid beast

Drooling with anticipation

To barge in.

My hands would always press

Against her porcelain bones,

Pulling her closer with obsession

To hear her humbly beating heart.

We would crave,

Hungrily, rabid, primordial.

We let the pulse guide it,

We let our breaths cloud

Our judgement,

We let our hearts

The crow's nest is empty,

For there is nothing to see

Anymore.

Your voice,

So gentle and eager

To caress the sails

That led to you...

I miss it,

For I hear nothing but roars

Tangling in the fabric of my heart,

Tear it apart...

Stray me further,

But keep me intact.

The tides hugged the ship once

As drops of sun

Stuck on the ship

Like barnacles.

Now they scratch the wood

Like sea hounds,

Letting the rot in,

Dragging it down...

And I step on every plank,

To hear its echo below,

Among the dead fish.

Where do I go?

For you never told me where to.

And who do I tell?

For my crew...

My crew was made of you.

No man to handle the sails

Of your pearl lace,

No man to row towards

Your shore of promises,

No man to steer

Between your kisses.

A stray on your tides,

And the sharks are hungry.

With the same hunger

My eyes had....

You kept them didn't you?

The only me

In your tides.

The ones that hurt you,

Mauled you...

They are hungry,

I crave

To feed myself

With myself,

To paint your tides

With my blood,

And stuff my wounds with salt.

I will anchor my bones

On your skin

So you can tuck

Them in with sand.

Wear me like a sea washed tattoo

We woke up

At the howling of the moon,

As its light ran

Across your limestone skin.

My eyes cracked open,

The veins were digging in

My dried clay skin.

Another night,

To see you again in

Ragged silk,

To see myself

In moth-eaten cotton.

Another night,

Where we dance

Above the sunken memories,

To paint you with my burnt feathers

Along yours of dried blood,

To remember and forget the moment,

Chained and beaten,

Thrown in the basement

Of their mind,

For how long I wonder.

She was a wild beast,

Pale skin dressed

In charcoal fur...

A beast in a concrete jungle,

Ready to roar, ready to get out.

Chaos was her father,

Fury was her mother,

And she was nothing but hatred

Sprinkled with rage....

When she got out,

The whole jungle cried.

Munching through thorns of steel,

Stomping the concrete grass,

Cutting the iron trees...

A song to remember.

May her rage never rest,

May her hate never wither,

For her god is Havoc,