Your metallic taste,
underneath my fingers..
You still linger in my
mouth..
Acid, Slow soaked..of the vengeance,
a tragic rebirth.
A Broken Heart attaches itself to my hope,
When I Move to fly, I find sleep unbearable.
Burning the thread black,
Trust stripped and stinking of perversion.
You are not the Romantic I bore..
through IV dreams and butterflies wings.
I wish I'd Crumble as a weightless,
wasteless..
bleached-white movement
of dirt
.........
And the chains play on,
of
sonatas and verbs..
(Rusted) They Are Rust Now..
Your Lust deserts me,
My Love leaves you.
the candlelit kisses
are endless,
the flame is that of
blinking lights..
" I Feel As Cold As A Razorblade"
truth, here in your stare..
I sense watching.
Colder than a bitter winter,
of Blizzards..
screaming stars
say
murder..
Paris soothes me now,
as we unravel our naked bodies
from these sheets..
(twisted and unforgiving)
the bright lights help me breathe,
and Realize..

With every word, you melt my whispers away..