final hour

[myth77]

all my words have lost all meaning
I can't convey the bold destruction
it's such a wondrous awful feeling
perhaps I need an introduction

welcome friend, you bring my end
so obvious I can't pretend
my wish for you has no known cure
and I am left to long endure

while

you sit back and watch the show
you masquerade like you don't know
you orchestrate behind the scenes
and manifest such brazen dreams

no concept of your ill effects
oblivious to your impact
my hope and anguish intersect
my sanity's not left intact

indeed my love, you leave me crazed
a frenzied mess and fully dazed
I'm driven mad with ecstasy
lost deep inside its murky haze

all my words have lost all power
my soul is soon to be devoured
I can't find ways left to express
this lovely, wretched happiness

if there's a chance this is a game
then please douse all these wanton flames
please cease this fire's appetite
it seems to find a gross delight

consuming all my waking thoughts
its rampage leaves euphoric pain
elation leaves my soul distraught
impossible to be restrained

ridiculous my use of words
descriptions are of little use
my synonyms have lost their nerve
to phrase how gone I am for you.

Incompetent to stop this siege
horrific joyful agony
incensed you have this hold of me
yet still I crave the mystery

So welcome to my final hour
I've lost the mind to comprehend
how your love makes off with my power
as desire brings me to my end.

 

[SoundSiren]

This left me holding my breath. Clenching my toes. Biting my lip. My dear you amaze me with your courage to cut yourself open for all to see. I make no mistake that this is as raw and heartfelt as it gets. I hope you found some comfort in writing this. Getting all this out. One day soon all that fire which consumes you, you'll control. It'll become your torch my dear for the one that deserves it. For now let it rage and feel it out cause it's beyond rare and life isn't worth living without moments that cause words such as these here to be written.

 

[Marquis De Sade]

If someone asked me to describe passion I'd Copy and Paste this. This is everything it is and how it feels, how it consumes, confuses, scares, devours, takes over, leads you, lulls you, comfort you and sometimes may even destroy, ruin and burn. I love how you don't shy away from that possibility.

Either way it changes you and this is the moment before beautifully spelled out and composed.

 

[Soda Bobinski]

I truly wish I was capable of offering a worthy enough synopsis of this ridiculously fine piece of work like the two talented writers here already have.

All I can do , myth77 , is to try & relate to you just how much your astonishing mastery of verse friggin' levels me every time I read one of your poems. The emotions that your beautiful words evoke are a bit overwhelming & something I am definitely not used to.

You can probably tell that I'm a guy who doesn't read poetry on a regular basis , but your stuff always seems to draw me in like a black hole of brilliance ... leaving me NO chance of escape from its decisive dopeness.

... which , believe me , suits me just fine.


Thank you for sharing.