poetry
The breath is short...I'm alone in the winter.
Do you want it? Do you want this existance...its more than crimson paint and raven silk..it's here, inside me all of the time. This tune which the toneless melody rings true. It's hell within the confines of the exterior of harsh bone and flushed skin.
The tears of my flesh meld with the honey bleakness of the snow. I can feel it course through me...but am I saved? Am I yet next to you? The one true and desperate love of my life? Your name is felicidade and you live on the island before me. Forever lost and against the hollow trees. I'll hide away. That ace in front of the long whales of blue tears...it cheats its way into life. She's like the river towards the lightning. I must have done something wrong...when I ask who am I...I don't have an answer. And isn't that usual? Sleep is my enemy, I hate the esence of helplesness...like I need any help in such a situation. I am helpless and fragile. I am lost...at a loss for my own way in the world. I am small...my lips are frozen in a terrified kiss because dancing with death is not the light of the hollowed bark. Crushing souls...my defenses deeply within their troubled slumber. And I curse it..I curse the son of a bitch who lit the black-flamed candle. What is to be done about her tortured soul? What can we do to stop her rediculous tears? The wanton acts of desire in which we stand with, hand in hand. Love you honey...love you more than anything in the world. Though the earth is dirt in a glass shpere. I loved you from the moment I say the crystal in your eyes. From the moment your innocent meldoy rang out in the middle of the night. I was there..and now you hate me...now you despise everything that I am. The life I gave you was undoubtfully mine. I shared with you the objects of my spirit. I gave you a part of my soul...and you despise me. I have slept, burried deep within the white blankets. The stone above me, the wood around me, the confides of my sleep closing in about me. I hated that place. The howling above me. Now I feel cold. Somebody help me.
Do you want it? Do you want this existance...its more than crimson paint and raven silk..it's here, inside me all of the time. This tune which the toneless melody rings true. It's hell within the confines of the exterior of harsh bone and flushed skin.
The tears of my flesh meld with the honey bleakness of the snow. I can feel it course through me...but am I saved? Am I yet next to you? The one true and desperate love of my life? Your name is felicidade and you live on the island before me. Forever lost and against the hollow trees. I'll hide away. That ace in front of the long whales of blue tears...it cheats its way into life. She's like the river towards the lightning. I must have done something wrong...when I ask who am I...I don't have an answer. And isn't that usual? Sleep is my enemy, I hate the esence of helplesness...like I need any help in such a situation. I am helpless and fragile. I am lost...at a loss for my own way in the world. I am small...my lips are frozen in a terrified kiss because dancing with death is not the light of the hollowed bark. Crushing souls...my defenses deeply within their troubled slumber. And I curse it..I curse the son of a bitch who lit the black-flamed candle. What is to be done about her tortured soul? What can we do to stop her rediculous tears? The wanton acts of desire in which we stand with, hand in hand. Love you honey...love you more than anything in the world. Though the earth is dirt in a glass shpere. I loved you from the moment I say the crystal in your eyes. From the moment your innocent meldoy rang out in the middle of the night. I was there..and now you hate me...now you despise everything that I am. The life I gave you was undoubtfully mine. I shared with you the objects of my spirit. I gave you a part of my soul...and you despise me. I have slept, burried deep within the white blankets. The stone above me, the wood around me, the confides of my sleep closing in about me. I hated that place. The howling above me. Now I feel cold. Somebody help me.