Nov 04, 2005 19:28
1.
when I was a boy,
my mother looked into my father's face
and turning
sang
Scott has eyes
of the azure skies
but you
you have eyes of twilight
2.
the orangish rays of the streetlights
as the moon has set
float across emerald eyes
and the embers of the cigarette
float across your lips of
silhouette
3.
tear shrinkwrapped opals
in my dreams
the ashen scars of past skin
seared
nicotine never
disappears
4.
raining strands of flame
upon crimson smile
meander in memories of
shame obscuring
intentions til I can't
see
5.
searchlightlike streetlight
piercing fog-inlayed
vertical obscenities
which dance upon the rear-view mirror
6.
london mire stained pinstripe trousers
snowflakes in the sky
a break of clouds over british houses
whilst vampires creep outside
7.
Carry the torch,
Little choir girl!
Above my virgin skin
Shield me from
Hunger and Sorrow
and the wages of sin!