I would resurrect saints ( Read more... )

Even in dreams
I'm still awake
Catching every whisper
From your face
Fantasies I know
Not what to make
Of everything
You wanted to take

And screaming does not heal
The pain to often real

You said we would always be friends
Said that part
Could never pass
Now look who has become
The invisible one
Retreating from me
And I have never
Felt an anger like this
A soul kind of hurt
These tears cannot dry
My wings are broken
And when I sleep
You haunt me
For reasons I cannot know
No touch to cure
No whisper to heal

Never took you ( Read more... )

These eyes you cannot remember ( Read more... )

I was the proverbial lover
The whisper on your neck
And sound
Between fingertips
Running through
Red locks
Down to your lips
My voice was carried
On the smoothness of
Your skin
Curving to spine
Before hips
And licking the
Bone beneath skin
Remaining here within
Your dream

Mistook you for punk
The funk of
Labels reinterated
As falsehoods
On the fairytale
Of you

One night repeated
In agressive
Flights of dream
You seem
To good to be
True
Through eyes
Blind to
What I see
The disease
Of facets
Broken in the
Mirror of your mind

I find you
In dreams
What seems
To be
And one whisper
Brings me
To here

Your breakbeats
Pound rythyms
Like hearts
In double time
Dadum-dum
And my mind
Focuses through eyes
In sound
Rebounding in sight
Dadum-dum
This beat
Dadum-dum
In the heat
Of moments
Dadum-dum
And you

This heartbeat
Retreats
To standing still
When your kiss
Hits cheek
In the emotion
Of my mind

Your body passes
Me in eyes
Like passover
In communion
On the sight
Of my tongue
And I swear
You are
The embodiment
Of christ
Ressurected on high
Beats
To defeat devils cry

If tonight I die
The tears of your body
Will hold me
As saints retribution
For sin
Wherein you spin
Bassbeats through
My soul

This bed seems cold
No body to hold
No pillow to make
I mistake dreams
For your face
Laced in trying times
Denied by fates
That hate to clear
Visions from my head