Here I go,
watch me fly...
typing voices
bound to die
Screaming vocals
meant to drown
crying girls
in wedding gowns
Long for this,
crave to be...
All the principles of "free"
Love & bliss,
hand's & fingers...
neath the tree
where stormcouds linger
Nonetheless,
my gold is yours
to take and spend
with frivolous scorn
To twist & bend
to fifth degrees
of singing skies
and musing keys
-
To leave your splendor
for a night
Will keep my heart
devoid of sight
and leave my tongue
a bitter hue
to beckon my
disgust in you
How pitiful,
how ill of me!
This love deters my symmetry!
And leaves me open to the hits
of shitting windmills on the spits
of weaving rectums further gaped
to be redeemed at satan's gate
For eye's of woe
and lips of steel
to beckon hell
and make surreal
illusions
of the bitter truth
which monitor your every move
And when the lights have been avoided,
there is nothing left to touch...
and lying next to you devoted,
Shows me that you are my crutch...
And without you,
this misery,
would never be,
a part of me...
but without this,
I would be free,
to feel...
that I was safe beneath...
When truthfully,
without your love,
my life would be devoid of trust,
for I am not of human splendor,
even when you mix the gender...
sadly, slipping through to death
has brought me quite enough
Faith has tried, but brought me down...
so suicide will make no sound,
and I, like rain, will lose my course
afoot your love
dead & un-horsed.
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