| I often dream of her in the vastness of space Desolate form moving in blackness She is of the sea and in madness Moving with the venom of God Under the flesh of the sky She let her voice into my ear In electric rain Spiraling in lavender or velvetine A wound of the mind And her love obscene An assassination in blue sedation Mangled meat in deviations Serpentine fascinations She is a wound of the mind Letting her voice into my ear I begin to leave this body The stars hide from me in a swarm of fireflys Like a curtian in genocide And strangness in the textures of the night Setting the moon on fire for you I need to stop dreaming Because I imagine things that are corrupt The railroad tracks lead to the sky And I hear a spanish guitar Sounding from the mountians of the moon Lunar flames dance with skin that seems untouched Almost undiscovered Her solemn smile Makes me think of strange places Strange days Mosoleums A paradise in flames She comes to me like a spirit sent to save this human form But I know that she is only an instrument To measure the darkness I am surrounded by I could terrify you But I know you'll still show me mercy Under a halo of a moon |
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