• 3/25/09
    “Darkened Secret Love”
    By: Brandon Kurtis McLemore


    Im uasually fictional in her sence of mind
    The pain works longer with shorter origins
    Telling them sexual traditions as she poses a complex figure
    She swiftly comes rapidly as usual in her single setting
    Swiftly moving darkening dreamly secretly in her out side world to me
    Slowly moving mirror image to her friends in her inside world to me
    Never speaking the reality is no can’t be seen with you and me in societies eyes
    With limited space we focused on each other in one sitting
    We feel into a situation that tends to force us to behave shyly and more complex but only is acting
    Her influence on me is my mood and a covering of my now limited actions
    Her one single plot was no short period of time rather it was……
    it is wanting to have me be controled and forced into that body by her convincing lies of sadden lonlyness
    the satisfaction of seeing me with a distasteful feeling yet making me guilty if sexual hidden life is refused
    the setting now is so much more awkward then where the action of her traditions take place
    around no one to me but everything to her as though it’s a sinful way to be around me
    so in love forever in arms her behavour is when two souls are together yet wanting to be distant when eyed by them
    a different kind of species to her own world thought to be not true
    I had not determined that she would baby my emotions when alone
    Her dramatic charecteristics are dynamic when around my light shade
    Her personality surpresses and is my dream when around my dark shade
    These are the people
    there her friends
    Im her doll as I cryed
    And there my animals I scream
    Everytime she leads me I get shot rissing sharp pains in this heart so fragile
    Anytime she wants a forcable motion she is given that
    Anytime she is darkened im here to wipe tears
    Anytime she is angered im here to silence the harsh words
    Yet never she comes to me as I fall to my own guilt and despair
    Im left there in the hole of pain that controlls me
    turing sadness into hate
    turning tears into blood
    turning guiltyness into death
    turning love into murder
    turning carefulness into recless
    turning me into something that wants to hear her scream
    this feeling is created from the deamons that rome her insides
    she enjoies torment brought to me in rain with sorrow clouds in skies
    so as the death huants me so does thoughts of blood shed covet my eyes
    eyes turned black to red ready to feel the frenzy of blood spewing
    suicide gets me…my weekness as she still decends to the bed
    suicide by love…a good tittle for my life…it calls me a melody so wanting