Dark January Poetry

As it's pretty dark in January, up north in Norway, I am killing my time by writing poetry, thing that I didn't do for a few years.
They got not title, pretty much writing whatever goes through my head, mostly researching for nice rimes.


Standing in the cold, kingdom of ice,
My feet trapped in the snow,
I hope for the northern lights,
My mind in the clouds, didn't see the blow.

Chasing the cold wind, famous messenger,
I intend to capture him, be my toy,
In my tricks, you're my executer,
Cannot help to seek pure joy.

Unable to control my emotions,
Taking you to this relation,
Over the next level, forbidden,
Your love burns my soul, am I forsaken ?

Pleasure, desire, incarnated guilty,
I feel your breathe along my spine,
Head full of nightmares, where's your pity ?
Kill me, spill my blood, dark prince.

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Uncome and strange feeling,
That surrounds me, reads my soul,
My other self came to life, no fool,
Are you there to save me ? Agonizing.

I cannot love this image of pain,
Destruction, all I have learnt, blown
Away in a second, too much disdain,
Those troubled waters in which I drown.

Endlessly, I reach for you, calling your name
I dream of you, prisonner of my mind,
I wish to break free, but I fear the shame,
Stop searching, in yourself, my love you'll find.

Every touch makes you bleed, patiently,
You suffer and surrender,
Willing to die to free my soul, sweetly,
Our souls to be united forever.



==> I am sorry if some people came to the conclusion that I am some sort of "emo" or "goth" because of the themas or choice of words. It would be a grave mistake, considering that I am more of the "preppy" style and have received quite a clean and strict raising :)
For the person that inspired those poems, "this" person should be proud and learn to see through the words.