Isabell

(50 lines)





Her lips are so striking, full, blood red and glistening.

Sometimes I think they have their own pulse.

This flawless creature holds my heart so completely, nothing else shall ever matter.

Every time I look at her, I can’t see anything but perfection…

I won’t.



Every moment she is away I long for her.

I remember when we couldn’t spend a single eve apart.

I remember our first night together.

I’ll never forget the way the light from the full moon shown on her porcelain skin,

I can’t.



Now my mind races to escape any thoughts

that may allow me to accept how things have changed.

As the door slowly creeps closed with a creek behind her…

It matters not, I love her still, as I always shall…

I must.



 

She will return to me, she always does

And as should be, all shall be forgiven.

I will hold her, and caress her

And know in my soul it is I who is lucky to have her.

I believe.



I used to love the moon in all her gracious beauty

And I yearn to share her with my Isabell again.

She brought us magic, She is magical still.

I am helplessly bound; eternally captive to her powers.

I long.



Her lips are so striking, full, blood red and glistening.

The blood dripping from them is still warm.

And yet her beauty is unbelievably and undeniably unmatched still.

Every time I look at her, I see nothing but my precious Isabell.

I won’t.



Every moment she is away I long for her.

If I could freeze her in time, by my side

I’d save her from herself, and so many I would save from her.

If I could save her from this deathly cycle…

I can’t.





Now my mind races to escape any thoughts

That would attempt to steal my love from within my chest

Thoughts of her victims, the women, the children…

It matters not, I am hers forever, I will dismiss these thoughts…

I must.



She will return to me, she always does

And my arms will open, I will hold and caress her

After all the screams and cries have been silenced

And the morning shall bless us with 28 days of peace

I believe.



I used to love the moon in all her gracious beauty

But now she is my infinite clockwork torture

She has ripped my soul-mate from me, and stripped her soul from her

I would gladly  trade my love for her violent damnation…

I long.