Nel #1
Ruby red is in my eye
Or is it his?
I forget where I was going
Is this carnal bliss?
I can't think straight
I want to touch it
A new bloodlust desires sate
This isn't right
I'm walking out on family
Hope they don't mind
Touch the stars two are red
And they burn out in time
Because of this
I'm getting strong
I won't miss
Will make the siren song
Like syrup to entrap
That cold-ass bastard
Hate his guts so bad
To a demon I'm plastered
Burn me
As I burn you
You see
This thing here
It's you dear
Sorry about
The knife wound
Passion made me miss
Albel #3
Two lips succumb to you
One tongue boorish rude
I can't fight
Those lips
They curse and bite
And passion sips
I can't say what I mean
And cannot think what I dream
Why do I fight?
Not drift away
This halo's light
Come today
Maggots and fools I speak
And every word of rotting reeks
Lost the fight
With myself
Sorry but there's
No one else
Cliff #1
I think I see something good
While burn on a stick of wood
Many pictures play montage
Was it only just a mirage?
I can't think straight anymore
Things so clear begin to blur
In a daze I'm kicked by Rog'
I only think of this mirage
A resilient gem in plain sight
No no no this ain't right
Love should be far out of reach
Not this mirage in a desert seek
Finished a few more poems and yeah Albel #3 has a double meaning same with cliff #1 but less so for cliff (also so not Rog is a contraction of Roger)...i think thats it...bye