Let me burn for you

Please, please, numb the pain, tie me to my bed,

The pain in my heart is now in my head,

Break me, placate me, fill me with desire,

For it burns with an all consuming fire.

Don't waste it, use it, let me burn for you,

Shape it, mould it, please give me something new,

A feeling of pleasure, of pain so sweet,

Let us lose all consciousness in this heat.

I long for comfort, the taste of your lips,

The rise and fall of your forgiving hips,

Rake me, tease me, tear my body apart,

Feast on my flesh, till you reveal my heart.

Please take it and heal it, sooth all the scars,

Lift it to my eyes and cleanse it with tears.

Strange Water

I stand above your blacked surface,
An expanse I cannot measure.
I shudder at your unsightly purpose,
The secret of my displeasure.

I came to you three nights before
To feed you with my bounty.
I gave you that which I abhor,
As if it were my duty.

She will ne'er be bothered by the tide,
Or washed ashore like flotsom,
You swallowed deep my deathly bride,
Weighed deep within your bosom.

I kneel before your depth of woe,
Drawn back by my disgrace,
I crawl until I'm head to toe,
Lost deep beneath your surface.

A Love that Dies

Wrote this quite passionately earlier tonight. Thinking of trying to tidy it up a bit, it's very pure at the moment, which I like, but I would love to spend some time on it and turn it into a Sonnet.

A Love than Dies

There is no suffering more mournful,

Nor terror more frightening,

Than the sorrow in your soul of a love that dies.

Whether tis the heart that stops beating,

Or a heart that stops loving,

It is a pain that must be endured

For the rest of your life.

Your heart must keep beating,

Your heart must keep loving,

Else the thoughts and the memories were nought but lies.

Be one with your anguish,

Be one with your regret,

Be one with your heart songs,

Be one with your fate.

You will always remember,

You will never forget,

Your heart will keep beating,

So please do not fret.