she has absinthe in her skin,
that which intoxicates my sins.
she is the healing of a goddess,
that cauterizes these grievous wounds which bleed.
she is the grave i have begged for,
she is the death that i need.
there are roses in her blood and thorns surround her heart,
there is chaos in her eyes, and her lips breath new art.
as my souls swan dives from new heights ,
she will be the glorious ending to this lonely life,
i will be her darkness and she will be my light.
Poetry by: { C.w.V }