• Here I go,
    watch me fly...
    typing voices
    bound to die
    Screaming vocals
    meant to drown
    crying girls
    in wedding gowns
    Long for this,
    crave to be...
    All the principles of "free"
    Love & bliss,
    hand's & fingers...
    neath the tree
    where stormcouds linger
    Nonetheless,
    my gold is yours
    to take and spend
    with frivolous scorn
    To twist & bend
    to fifth degrees
    of singing skies
    and musing keys

    -

    To leave your splendor
    for a night
    Will keep my heart
    devoid of sight
    and leave my tongue
    a bitter hue
    to beckon my
    disgust in you
    How pitiful,
    how ill of me!
    This love deters my symmetry!
    And leaves me open to the hits
    of shitting windmills on the spits
    of weaving rectums further gaped
    to be redeemed at satan's gate
    For eye's of woe
    and lips of steel
    to beckon hell
    and make surreal
    illusions
    of the bitter truth
    which monitor your every move

    And when the lights have been avoided,
    there is nothing left to touch...
    and lying next to you devoted,
    Shows me that you are my crutch...
    And without you,
    this misery,
    would never be,
    a part of me...
    but without this,
    I would be free,
    to feel...
    that I was safe beneath...
    When truthfully,
    without your love,
    my life would be devoid of trust,
    for I am not of human splendor,
    even when you mix the gender...
    sadly, slipping through to death
    has brought me quite enough

    Faith has tried, but brought me down...
    so suicide will make no sound,
    and I, like rain, will lose my course
    afoot your love
    dead & un-horsed.