| She rises in sheets of linen Standing in front of a double door leading to the balcony Square glass panes let the light in As ghostly sheers mimic the breeze I wonder if she was dreaming of the apocalypse I see the city fallen and illuminated in red ecstacy Fires dancing on the walls from around the alley corner The burning flesh of men I hear buildings falling in the distance behind her I hear them crashing but I can't see them All I see is her hourglass figure Almost dancing Her sensual silhouette moving in lento Closer to the balcony rails She is wraped in the sheets of her bed she is an angel in magic and mayhem I hear the rubble breaking on the ground Glass windows shattering Connecting with the pavement Collapsing street lamps Screams of the living There used to be a farmers market on saturdays And cobble stones leading to the center of town But there is only her hair now Flowing in the catastrophic breeze Flowing with pieces of ember As they pass her body And then go to ash upon the bedroom floor Her skin is spellbound and illuminated in an amber aura As the embers continue to move around her She could speak in tongues To voice the worms of the dead And give me a glimse of alien matrimony The room catches on fire And her whole body seems to distort Following the air, serpentine There will be no more tomorrows, she says There will be no more, I love you's She makes everything sound so beautiful She can take the breath from my body And then destroy it with a slow kiss She can devour my soul And spread my ashes around like love She leans her head to the side And then returns to me Staring into my skull Past my eyes And then past my soul She was always so perfect Always so close to the scenery Angelic and pure |
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