I want to feel your lips on mine
a tingle, a breath
a kiss of death
a stolen whisper lost in time
a spark, a heartbeat
a rush of heat
with tiny stars behind your eyes
an evening full of countless sighs,
dainty dimples and forgotten smiles
I feel the passion intensify
as you wrap your arms, around mine
we spiral into neverland
a rabbit hole, hand in hand
until the stars succumb the night
a faded memory, a dying light
you are my dreaded silver knight,

Can't stop me when I'm stuck in my zone,
quit tripping because eventually
          I'll get you when I want
you know your blood is colder without me
          all of those distant memories boiling;
you can't convince yourself that you don't love me
and this desire is what defines you and I
and what you and I make up is desire

LOVE is LIFE

PAIN leads to the ever so blatant
SAD-faced emo-cased blood-crazed, things.

THOUGHTS can never seem to escape the DEPRESSION.

And,

All YOU can say is that DEATH...
is the friend that needs to be kept.

Because the SADNESS has fueled the tears that have been wept,
and your HEART has leapt lover to lover licking you into the shape
of a person you are now...



Keep your head up Kids...