timelinezero
07-19-2011, 10:16 PM
Rowing through the aether of sleep
Just projections on the vinyl screens of my eyelids
I've held the breath in too long, and forgotten the familiar taste, my arms wrapped around
your waist
There, now it's gone.
Your hands are haunted graves that still walk on me
In dreams where your fingers are snake tongues that dandle upon my face
Everything was beautiful, and none of it hurt.
When I was a boy, my body splayed on my mothers lap
Every step stumbled since has created a crack, and thistle limbs have grown over, to reclaim
the thorny path
Where my nature's been usurped, baked to the bone in the hearth
Obscura silhouettes of a past we don't get back
On the mistakes and regrets...
Your name all the while muscling the weight of my heart
It's blood rusted piping, somewhere discarded in leaves, crumbling and brown
now all the musty gloom that surrounds me, has callused into a hardened shell of a man
While murky eyed buzzards peck, and pull at my pit, and squawk shrill curses out my mouth
Leaving only dirt and down, dancing in my place
My lovers spit is still filling every wrinkle, with pulses paining every vein
A measure of the life still waiting, and writhing for me to awake
In the night you were the desert moon, aching on my mind
Your brilliance like tipped over bewitching bottles of red wine into the sky
crying blood-dust on the streets
My love stained into the loose leaf paper
Too beastly, and beautiful to paint in words.
Just projections on the vinyl screens of my eyelids
I've held the breath in too long, and forgotten the familiar taste, my arms wrapped around
your waist
There, now it's gone.
Your hands are haunted graves that still walk on me
In dreams where your fingers are snake tongues that dandle upon my face
Everything was beautiful, and none of it hurt.
When I was a boy, my body splayed on my mothers lap
Every step stumbled since has created a crack, and thistle limbs have grown over, to reclaim
the thorny path
Where my nature's been usurped, baked to the bone in the hearth
Obscura silhouettes of a past we don't get back
On the mistakes and regrets...
Your name all the while muscling the weight of my heart
It's blood rusted piping, somewhere discarded in leaves, crumbling and brown
now all the musty gloom that surrounds me, has callused into a hardened shell of a man
While murky eyed buzzards peck, and pull at my pit, and squawk shrill curses out my mouth
Leaving only dirt and down, dancing in my place
My lovers spit is still filling every wrinkle, with pulses paining every vein
A measure of the life still waiting, and writhing for me to awake
In the night you were the desert moon, aching on my mind
Your brilliance like tipped over bewitching bottles of red wine into the sky
crying blood-dust on the streets
My love stained into the loose leaf paper
Too beastly, and beautiful to paint in words.