timelinezero
07-29-2011, 05:43 PM
Gripping lips dripping with liquid soap
stretched out upon a long red leather couch
the light degraded gloam
the water wet, washing the salty sweat from her whitewashed bones
the spine erect, the body stone, and down the winding steps
the geist of night follows close, but so far behind we are the times
our slitted tongues blood red serpentine salivation pouring words into the sun
a cold solar wind, empty breaths spoke from blown up bags of flesh
wisped like fireflies, on a humid summer flight
but still the hollow clouds reflect the sound, refracted selves
the purity, the levity, the swells detracted down to a single noun
from my dying mouth, never again
do you remember me at all?
and it's time to celebrate, with ticker-tape, sailors kisses
and laudanum, a forced smile cries, a lone tear blinking won't hide
and blood shed
with the smell of dandelion wine, breaking bread and bourbon moonshine,
he died
droplets of lamentations lye pour through these petrified eyes
for seldom seen the thorny writhe been placed upon the mortal frame
the vaulted ribs, fleeting hieroglyphs on the walls of the cave
can't be erased, for the eclipsing moon my heart has swooned
has been snatched up by the hands of time
how the body becomes the grass
how I've held it in my hands
in the ocean in the wind
we'll be one day one again
if it had been me
I would've died alone
the peoples fool
the kings tool
but in jest I'm living lame
breathing in the lump clay
of the oceans base
and that man of steel is gone
that man of steel a dark melody
anymore a bed of broken bricks
that man of steel was not me.
stretched out upon a long red leather couch
the light degraded gloam
the water wet, washing the salty sweat from her whitewashed bones
the spine erect, the body stone, and down the winding steps
the geist of night follows close, but so far behind we are the times
our slitted tongues blood red serpentine salivation pouring words into the sun
a cold solar wind, empty breaths spoke from blown up bags of flesh
wisped like fireflies, on a humid summer flight
but still the hollow clouds reflect the sound, refracted selves
the purity, the levity, the swells detracted down to a single noun
from my dying mouth, never again
do you remember me at all?
and it's time to celebrate, with ticker-tape, sailors kisses
and laudanum, a forced smile cries, a lone tear blinking won't hide
and blood shed
with the smell of dandelion wine, breaking bread and bourbon moonshine,
he died
droplets of lamentations lye pour through these petrified eyes
for seldom seen the thorny writhe been placed upon the mortal frame
the vaulted ribs, fleeting hieroglyphs on the walls of the cave
can't be erased, for the eclipsing moon my heart has swooned
has been snatched up by the hands of time
how the body becomes the grass
how I've held it in my hands
in the ocean in the wind
we'll be one day one again
if it had been me
I would've died alone
the peoples fool
the kings tool
but in jest I'm living lame
breathing in the lump clay
of the oceans base
and that man of steel is gone
that man of steel a dark melody
anymore a bed of broken bricks
that man of steel was not me.