And the deepening gloom covers everything. And your fingers slide from the floor. And they sing. They sing what you think. They sing silently with words. Disintegrating thoughts scatter my life. And I'm left clutching my heart. Like a souvenir of a life lived. And perfection corrupted. And my life was stuttering. Interrupted by the entrance of the angel with blood on her wings. Her robes torn by the shards of hearts, broken by kings. Tainted by truth. And stained by the purity coursing so violently within my veins. Fuelling my hands to form these words. With a story wound to every letter. You read. Your eyes shine like stars. x
Forged Of Love
An electrical mist consumes the landscape. And the neon rain taps your head like a pleasant memory. Thoughts of a girl. Who stands on a lonely plain. With dancing ideas, opaque and beautiful. Presenting their throats. Ready to be slain. A curved mystery wraps itself around your concentration. Plagued by insomnia. Eyes so clear you can't see her. In a graveyard. Framed by death. Her tears run eagerly out of her crystal eyes. The strawberries lay sugar stained on the table. A million stars stare with unblinking eyes. And you realize your place, your size. Languid streams. Silenced screams. Dreams. A retreat no one can touch. Fill my veins. With your notion. Swirl against invisible motion. Wreckage of actions. Seeking sanction. In the faces of strangers. Bravery. The blood pools around your feet. Your wrists cut by the serrated blade of truth. The crowd clutch your heart at arms length. Despite your strength. Your courage wilts. Bows like the head of a tulip. Collapses like your life. Dissolves like your lies. x
My You-Ef-Oh
The time when we travelled to mars and back in a spaceship built for that. By our hands so clean and our thoughts so pure. And we ask the sky is this what we're living for. Because if it is, I'm happy. If it is, I'm glad. If we're living for a life of splendour. And our skin is so tender. We have to wrap ourselves up in these smiles. And take refuge in the stars. Because the music of a thousand hearts being loved. Is the sweetest song sung. And of all the doings done. This is the sweetest. You, Me and Space, Baby. x