Harbringer : Splintered Joking Mask
I find myself a crippled mass of joy and stress
and love and pain that runs or walks or lives
or dies for moments that break free from shackles
of medicority that never lie in my lover's breast
covered in honeyed flesh that I've soon torn
away to expose that haunted corridor of life's
mistakes and stagnant romances that creep beneath
oil-slick-shiny pools of blood with their tails
slick and trailing behind them barbed stingers of the
most potent venom to destroy my brain and my soul and
eat away at my life
but I reach down
into those chasms of deep and vicious hurt
and hold them as I hold her and we don't see the sunlight falling
on us or the full-petaled flowers blooming at our feet
because our eyes have met
like it was the first real time, in the dark, on that stranger's bed
like it will be the last time
So we might as well call this love.
and love and pain that runs or walks or lives
or dies for moments that break free from shackles
of medicority that never lie in my lover's breast
covered in honeyed flesh that I've soon torn
away to expose that haunted corridor of life's
mistakes and stagnant romances that creep beneath
oil-slick-shiny pools of blood with their tails
slick and trailing behind them barbed stingers of the
most potent venom to destroy my brain and my soul and
eat away at my life
but I reach down
into those chasms of deep and vicious hurt
and hold them as I hold her and we don't see the sunlight falling
on us or the full-petaled flowers blooming at our feet
because our eyes have met
like it was the first real time, in the dark, on that stranger's bed
like it will be the last time
So we might as well call this love.