a nameless face on a faceless name
a nameless face on a faceless name
did you ever wonder why
i couldn’t get myself to kiss you,
not as a lover nor as a friend,
thinking that we were something in between
for feeling what i couldn’t feel,
now knowing that we were something that was unseen
one look at you and i am paralyzed from the neck down
a mosaic in an art gallery
a photon in a beam of lightning
a staccato in a mazurka
a string arrangement in a concerto
a princess among court jesters
a nameless face on a faceless name
you are the tranquilizer, animal nitrating me to sleep
while making the experimenter the experimented
as the masses of people encircling my room:
“we’ve been trying to reach you rammy
did you forget that you were eliminated from the human race?”
i shouted back that i didn’t need them
i had found Grace, oh yes darling!, i had found Grace.
like faded watercolour sketches
bleeding ourselves to feel alive,
in an unlocked room made out of broken rosewood branches
be my Aleida and I’ll be your Furibundo
be my Simone de Beauvoir and I’ll be your Sartre
be my Gala and I’ll be your Salvador
we’ll spontaneously reincarnate each other
with fashionable minds, high street shopping
injecting one another with chemical intuitions
like the peeling lacquer on your nails,
i’ll strip you to the core, naked and exposed
disrobing you, knot by knot, thread by thread
but darling, are you ready to play with my fire
not the kind the other boys play with,
the kind that will turn your hands into a piece of the sun
allowing my hands inside of you with nowhere to run
deconstructing your soul into its infinite individual components
would you feel like a scared little girl or an empowered woman?
so i am going to walk out that room
and it will feel like our last goodbye
but once the smeared mascara dries up
and the disillusioned city skylines burden your heart,
when the chocolates have melted and the cards have yellowed and tinted
when the bourbon scorches your throat like the fires of Bosch’s hell,
and when light becomes too unbearable to witness
i’ll walk back in, standing before you like Prometheus
wanting you to rip open my chest
wanting you to dive into the treasures i have kept for you
so you can find the way back to me
today, i’ll gently lay you to rest, on your sides
with your hands folded together behind your head,
oh illustrious one, please don’t look at me like that
knowingly shattering me into fragments of infinite,
how much i wanted to kiss you that night
too arrogant and prideful to admit,
how much i wanted to kiss you that night
but the world and you will never know it.
i had found Grace, oh yes darling!, i had found Grace
it was a nameless face on a faceless name.
did you ever wonder why
i couldn’t get myself to kiss you,
not as a lover nor as a friend,
thinking that we were something in between
for feeling what i couldn’t feel,
now knowing that we were something that was unseen
one look at you and i am paralyzed from the neck down
a mosaic in an art gallery
a photon in a beam of lightning
a staccato in a mazurka
a string arrangement in a concerto
a princess among court jesters
a nameless face on a faceless name
you are the tranquilizer, animal nitrating me to sleep
while making the experimenter the experimented
as the masses of people encircling my room:
“we’ve been trying to reach you rammy
did you forget that you were eliminated from the human race?”
i shouted back that i didn’t need them
i had found Grace, oh yes darling!, i had found Grace.
like faded watercolour sketches
bleeding ourselves to feel alive,
in an unlocked room made out of broken rosewood branches
be my Aleida and I’ll be your Furibundo
be my Simone de Beauvoir and I’ll be your Sartre
be my Gala and I’ll be your Salvador
we’ll spontaneously reincarnate each other
with fashionable minds, high street shopping
injecting one another with chemical intuitions
like the peeling lacquer on your nails,
i’ll strip you to the core, naked and exposed
disrobing you, knot by knot, thread by thread
but darling, are you ready to play with my fire
not the kind the other boys play with,
the kind that will turn your hands into a piece of the sun
allowing my hands inside of you with nowhere to run
deconstructing your soul into its infinite individual components
would you feel like a scared little girl or an empowered woman?
so i am going to walk out that room
and it will feel like our last goodbye
but once the smeared mascara dries up
and the disillusioned city skylines burden your heart,
when the chocolates have melted and the cards have yellowed and tinted
when the bourbon scorches your throat like the fires of Bosch’s hell,
and when light becomes too unbearable to witness
i’ll walk back in, standing before you like Prometheus
wanting you to rip open my chest
wanting you to dive into the treasures i have kept for you
so you can find the way back to me
today, i’ll gently lay you to rest, on your sides
with your hands folded together behind your head,
oh illustrious one, please don’t look at me like that
knowingly shattering me into fragments of infinite,
how much i wanted to kiss you that night
too arrogant and prideful to admit,
how much i wanted to kiss you that night
but the world and you will never know it.
i had found Grace, oh yes darling!, i had found Grace
it was a nameless face on a faceless name.