Feb 11, 2007 20:58
Over these eyes is a veil.
A gossamer that clouds these images, makes them clear, undefined, and more stained than before.
As we lay hand in hand, bodies warming eachother,
I proclaim my blindness with a sense of being distraught.
As you guide my fingers you say, "I know what's happening though."
This one sided relationship is full of decadence, lust, and long drives to conscience
You may dislike the taste of alcohol, but I'm drunk on the words that fall out your mouth.
With them I dance, naked and raw like a high preistess with a lowly sacrifice.
You face illuminate and animated with lies, Please put on a better show,
I can see through your mask.
As I wait for electrical love letters, and static whispers of lust you sit head in hands.
Baby, please wash your flesh and soul of our sordid past,
Baby please cleanse yourself of things to come in our near future.
But for now I'll run, and you'll chase. Hoping I don't fall in a fit of blindness I call your name like an explorer that sailed these familiar shores so long ago.
caffeinated for your straining hearts de