is the deja-vous day i live all over again.
is the deja-vous day i live all over again.
only walls can keep all your secrets and hide all your lies;
we’re at the end of the road
endlessly dull, bathed in awe
sunken in dread
and it’s freezing because of the blood marking our traces.
you sipped every drop off my bosom
ate every grain out of my palms
crammed with your naked skin the side of my chest glued to the heart of the city
and fed me your breath;
i need a room that’s locked for eyes
open to running;
a pair of walls to shelter in twenty thousand men
with cuts in their feets
and empty glasses.
under the light of the moon
i scrawl through the map:
behind my window there’s a tree
and beyond it there’s a river
and across it there’s a path
leading to you.
let it hurt, as it hurts
-hands on your skin,
tightened around my fear
and nails shooting poison.
shelter a little time for me;
cast me far away, deeper within your voids,
take prone of my neck,
my lungs,
and my persistence
- i have a nerve these days
weighting down your absence.
i give you nothing
no love, nor madness;
i give you the void, the shapeless;
nothing you can touch, dream or think of
or be with in you,
within you, when you’re not being;
nothing that makes you anything
something that makes you nothingness
i no longer wait for nightfall to listen to Bach
it’s safer knowing you won’t appear
even when rondeaux fills the room at dawn
and the rooftops from the east side of town
bring their ugliness to light
one that brightens all the way to that of the southern Marshall Tito sidewalks
where you’re sipping your morning caffe
alone and in peace with your own skin
at least, so i hope.
: and the sun has seen the galaxy, through her eyes
-and his own reflection, on a far away moon-
spinning around the void of his chest.
dark goes the night
heavy grow my burdens
your heart in mine wants to die !
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