The Heart of Ereshkigal


Imprisoned by her denial
a hostage to her reflection
Waiting for the miracle bargaining
Searching for a new lover
to fulfill decades of regrets
her heart now;
only a graveyard of lonely epitaph's

Love is only that, the laws she rules in her kingdom
It is not an omnipotent god, it is its polar opposite
A self controlled muse created through
her own false pretense
Each heartbeat is only a tremor of human existence
An apologist for the lonely pessimist

Mankind turns a blind eye to your sunken treasures
Each kiss just a confirmation of thundering waves
Predicting a sunken future with no moral compass
tearing out your insides and
begging the heaven's for calmer days

I find solace buried deep within your hollow cave
I run your land through my fingers
and bathe in your temperament
I want to get lost inside your darkness
and taste of your poisoned fruit
a nectar so sweet plucked from Edens root 

BY: M.M Copyright 2013

RED


Unthreaded my flesh to place your finger tips in the veins of my heart
In your hands you felt my blood run pass through your fingers
Like silk it slipped through your pores melting inside your pain

Every beat through your grasp was a symphony filled with cello's of past regrets
Every tune played a battle cry for your tears
I allowed you closer than I've ever allowed myself

 
The beats then faded once you knew me better than anyone else
Your fingers crushing through the cavity of my heart
tearing me and shredding me apart
 
Silk turned to dust and symphonies only played for the demons dwelling within
Leaving me dry to never know or understand what love would feel like again
Conditioning me to a blueprint of conscious enslavement of the body without soul

Left to see creationism for what it is and all it will ever remain to be
In my solitude I weld a lock made of steel from the knives of your betrayal
to keep me far from what you showed me which burns in the hearts of all mankind

Trust is only a fable that exists to deceive and blind a naive lamb
Then takes its desires and buries its heart into a darkened catacomb
Where wolves live in the shadows to devour all that once beat rhythms of hope 

Copyright M.M (05/24/2013)

Our Garden

Cultivating our hearts with rivers of tears and blood brought on by our madness
The preparations are set and in this unclean soil our thorns will grow
Hinged upon your deception yet I'm always coming back for more
In this sadistic solitude I've learned to feed my soul with your pain
Because within me lives a satisfied yet agonized whore

I'll satisfy my hunger with your wisteria and bathe in your cyanide
we create this  passionate chemical
a potion rooted out of our underworld
and it's poison has never seemed so divine


I've lived many lives waiting for you my love
There's been many times I've died
Now I've seemed to have forgotten how to cry
because I'm used to seeing you pine for another love
and with this my soul will die

I'll line my lips with your unripened elderberry fruit
and make you taste of my kiss
because it's only fair my love
for you to experience this ethereal haze
our toxic garden blooming until its final stage

Copyright M.M. 05/01/2013

Bittersweet Choice

To entertain her thoughts

a life of loveless sorrow
in interminable gloom more fury then a Sumerian queen

entangled in her skeleton

What have you lost? What have you gained? 

Impeccable taste but at what cost

the spectre of cracked lips;
less beautiful to me

Prior, seraphs golden garden transformed

now transparent thorns

you'll pay your dues in immortality 

Through bridal weakness she chose to fall

and in her despair an ethereal temperament arises

she'll fade into her lovers pillow 

with drowned feathers and clipped wings 

with glazed eyes, stripped of her voice,

of her choice to sing

a black nightingale far beyond a scintillating soul