Mortalia Tangunt

~Mortalia Tangunt~





The tiny sounds of lips against flesh in the dark are
soon replaced with the sounds of loud cackling flames
and distant screams.

The moonlight peeks through jagged holes in the old curtain,
the light being a touch of warmth against two ice cold bodies,
as they breathe against the ticking of a clock.

Eyes like those of a doll stare blankly into space,
red lips fading to pink, muscles stagnant with only the sound
of racing pulses to keep the room alive.

They are dead to the world, the flames are fed by terror, the outside
looking in at the displays of shameless love being given and returned
on a bed of nails floating over black smoke in a river of blood.

Ones with judgmental eyes stagger for opinions, expressions of lust
are mistaken for declarations of love, confounded that anyone
could ever be insincere with matters of the heart.

Tear out her eyes, you tear out her soul. Tear out his heart,
you tear away his rationale.

They tear at each other aimlessly, blood spraying everywhere, tears flowing
quietly and in loud sobbing fits. They cradle in the arms of one another
to try to be still but the world sees it harmful for them to be at peace.

Their uncertainty alone, is punishment enough.

The warm touch of indulgence, mindless wondering, and lust filled reassurance
remain the voices of the night. The flames slowly die down with an indefinite
hiss. The flowing river dries over some time, the moon remains persistent in the sky.





Mortalia Tangunt© Amanda P. aka J-Goth