From the devil’s serpent come
A tear of fire, a tear of scum
A tear of pain to wash my bones
Before the rain of sticks and stones
And thus I taste the tear of death
It lingers on this serpent’s breath
Trenches dug along my throat
To tell me there is no more hope
From the tear a kiss becomes
To hold me in its deathly arms
This lie is my enclosing show
The call of silence casts its woe
You burned into me unsalvageable desire. My flesh is scorched, arteries and veins ravaged (they hang in the space between what was and could’ve been), presenting me with my own sin – I must look it in
I spend my time waiting for things to happen. I am obstinate, and I paint walls red with fear of change. I eagerly yearn for rapture, yet I am inseparable from my crib. I harness lust for life from pa
He is passion, etched desire, Unacquainted with a sun or moon Familiar with the pale fire That is often gone too soon A day without my love in arms Is waiting for the sun’s expansion That’s taking pro