I have heard A very strange fact. You could bite off your finger, If your brain allowed the act. Letting go of you Is a similar feat. I have to stop loving you, But my mind admits defeat. I would stay away If I could fathom the pain. But science prevents me, Because of my brain.
Freedom and loneliness Sundown’s sickened sisters Twilight’s troubled twins Midnight’s melancholy muses I can never tell them apart And therein lies their beauty
With my hips I sign my name Into your pleasure, Deeply, Slow. I cast my spell into your breath And watch you fall Below. You’re sinking into me whether you Like it, or you Don’t. Admit your love, succumb to me My love, don’t sink Just float.
They say that women, Search for love and choose the right one. But men just take whoever is In front of them when they’re ready. So if I never leave, If I’m always in front of you, Maybe when you’re ready, You’ll choose me.
Serenity won’t sit comfortably Peace won’t be palatable Calm isn’t comprehensible Sleep never quite settles Chaos is collaborative Complication celebrates me Sadness sits in my favourite chair I am backwards but I am trying to turn
If I lure myself to a watery end Does that make me the siren Or the sailor Am I another victim of the myth Or am I mythical The strong or sorry swimmer If I fill my lungs with salt and foam Will a song arise Or a final fateful splutter Sink or swim Breathe or falter