Valentine in Pain By: Mark R. Slaughter

Valentine in Pain By: Mark R. Slaughter A dream of hidden death, Embedded in her flowers - Dripping; drenched in nectar tears Now the dream of dying soul; Confined, a trembling heart is Squeezing out the ember years And in her dream of youth, Abounding buttocks writhe, Acting out the careless dares But the dream of hideous beauty: Self-delusion, begging fears Evolving from an agonising birth, her Blacker days eclipsing; draining worth ‘So ugly living calls to die - Forever in the dreams I cry! ' Erotic debt; a laughing lie Were done for her - A blade for sure! The dreams to cure! A calming sigh… And in a smile of pain She bled and waned Her cold pathetic bye