CAMELOT FANTASIES

CRIMSON DEMISE

With the taste, of crimson upon my tongue.
Your demise, will be easy to come.
Without your luv, it's a prison ov deceit.
It wont be, if you want to believe.
Your immortality is a vision, for me to see.
Here my luv for you, I express.
Visions I have do exist, our lives will tender thru.
Life can be deceiving, but I can see you.
Horizons, are not for you and me.
The dark walks with thee, with life we'll both proceed.
Hell has risen to see, the darker skies.
With tears in my eyes, my thoughts wander thru.
Wishing I could be, laying there with you.
Mentally canvassing, what I cannot see.
The hurried luv, that know one knows.
Where the heart goes, distant they say.
Pull the hearts, up out of the ground.
Back to life, for where it starts.
This part, a container for pain.
Beautiful, but yet constraint.
Feelings' apart, with the souls to fool.
With lessons to learn, it is the hearts' reign.
Thru the pain, we shall haunt.
Together we turn, to our crimson stains.
Our luvs' demise, as we listen to their cries.
Loneliness, our luv it will no longer taunt.
With crimson, our lives  revised.