Every gulf I take, intake of knowledge.
Intelligent, motionless, emotional and bare.
I know your soul and I thrive upon our conversations of religion and the loss thereof.
God loves you enough to forgive what you think and its wrongs.

Naked and bare, the milk flows.
White and pure and black and fierce.
You know who you are, I do not, and it pains me to think you ate domesticism.
I will not do the same.
You love me as I love myself and you warmed my heart at 4 o'clock.
I fell for you, I sunk away from feelings of pain as you rode off to our new journey.

Readily I stand there in the pathway to protect.
You have seen each piece of my paternal soul, yet you have not seen my kindred years.
All in time.
Only you hold my mirror.
Emotional intelligence, I value to see each cycle.
The Father, The Son, The Holy Ghost and The Brother.
I will always be there, deserved.
In conflict forgiven once more too.
Misunderstanding stood on death as well.

Deathly stares of blue.
My back turned on my best friend.
You sadden me, I sadden myself because I am the only one to blame.
You ****** the souls of two I only know and keep secret, hidden in the words of conversion.
He loves you, you love him.
You are eclipsed by being in love.
I value the distractions from the thought of losing your light.

Controversially you are crucified for being yourself.
But Jesus died for you first.
You died for me and I for you.
You took a piece of my hand, severed instantly by message.
You disappear for weeks upon years, yet only one sign of movement brings you back...

I love them as simple as death walks hand in hand with suicide,
my loves...

Lingering eye contact.
Love at first sight?
A look of desire, "You're in pain."
Tears fall as I realize that love is lost at first shake and I rip my clothes at clutch.
Sweet embrace, fake and laced with pain of use.
You use me, but I let you.
But your love is never enough, I'm never enough.
I have to be tough.

Infatuation burned my right hand.
You're a permanent scar of dominance.
What can I do to let you know?
You can call me, "Babe."
Eyes and embrace take my soul to a deep blue.
A grip of pain, a cuff on attraction.
I read my Bible.
I see us in the spaces, I see us in the love God made for us.
And I pray.
Saturated by infatuation of your ***.
I ******' need you baby.
But does God agree?

Betrayed by the beauty of life and attracted by sin.
I can smell your body.
Spatial matter infiltrates the truth.
Your truth, ours too.
Drenched in optimistic beautiful lies, fill me with false hope and due dates to the end of the world.
I'm so happy?

I drift off and daydream of death's sweet kiss.
Strange thoughts turn to reality, strange days too.
Like these, Babe.
Days like these daydream of reality where I don't exist and neither do you.
We are beautiful together when we are nothing.
The passing trucks, loaded guns and pills never helped anyone and you are my suicide.

I pass through the light and air, I breathe.
I'm not daydreaming anymore and I thank you for taking me, finally.
I pray to meet you at the gates of light and I will be waiting.
I will always be waiting.
I will always talk to you.
I will always be second best.
But I will always be the best, because life is dark and life is light and I am neither and I am Gray.

Your hand on my thigh, Your grip on my heart.
my heart drops into Your hand, the deepest corners of my earth.
You look back and forward for eyes wandering, drowning in nostalgia.

my eyes keep still on the idea of You.

You bring Your face to mine and turn my body into a home.
'Our'
mouths touch - Your arms unbreakable.
You lay down on my lap of pain, Your head up to the lie-stained-sky.
I kiss You.

I wake up...

In my darkest hour I beg for your voice:
A reply to let me feel once again,
a word to fill the emptiness of strength.
I want to embrace you; keep you from the evils of this world and it will be my last task...

Your memory of being is acidic:
I cannot bare being left to silence.
Save me from this reality,
save me from this today,
save me for your fantasy.

Your smell is sweet and nostalgic:
It rips me apart and envelops me.
Ride with the ice to your true home of arms.

I want you:
to be home,
more than existence,
more than air,
Because without you I cannot take in to breathe, to be the ice and the home of arms.

Your tears are gray and filled with the pain of seldom:
I will cry on your shoulder and you will cry on mine.
Your tears prove life and your existence imitates art.

You are sweet and kind hearted and I am infatuated by your existence which I cannot bare to leave for another...

Another night, another day.
My thoughts echo like gunshots in my conscious mind.
I wore black and you wore nothing.
But its your birthday, and I'm home alone...

a step forward
before I jump through the mirror
the looking glass
the rabbit hole

a jump into the darkness of my core

white walls
milky water
red thoughts
in my darkest hour

"Hello Doctor?"

scalpel of promotion
cuts of commercialism
the pain of a deal


"Signature here please..."

do I need this to succeed?

plastic skin
wax heart
formaldehyde brain
flesh bar code

"There are two types of Fame: The one is plastic, abusive and a sold out show. The other is where no one knows who you are, but everyone wants to know

who

you

are"

I wait and I wait for your sweet reply:
Of love and caring,
of what I want on to rely.

I wait and I wait to see your beautiful face:
To see your shores of blue,
to see you smile and haste.

I wait and I wait until you speak:
Until we walk,
until we converse at the creak.

But sometimes its unbearable...
The wait.
The nausea and feelings of distraught,
anger,
rage,
pain.
Love...

But what we share and what we shared,
was worth waiting for and nothing can compare.

Pierces of blue
slice through the empty.
Filling them up
with the pain that I truly yearn for.

For now;
plant the seeds
in my pierced wounds.

"I wish"
the rose beds would grow against my pale-tanned flesh.

A soft voice
with a beautiful and willing heart.
A heart
convinced wrong.

Someday I would like to wipe the yellow sky from your outer realm.
And be brave for the solar system.

A product of the false factory.

Factory of norm illuminated by lies.

But all I want is your recognition,
and for you to hold my soft-crystalline-rose-sighs...

A shooting angel
Passing the skies of doubt
I've made my wish
And it came true
Only for the time that others allow
Times change and I move in on the castle because we fight as none, secretive

The macabre move in and I turn to fumes depression in Dew
I envy the rain because its with you
I want to hold you, caress you, love you, move over your body and keep it inside of me
I want to be with you like the rain does
The cold ice drops on your hair by the pool of regret and lost battles overcome
The Dew wiped away in flesh
Frostbite

It comes easy to me when I converse to mouth, words
It takes me deeper than friendship and doubt of lust and fiction, friction
You want to know more of mine
And I am what more of what is needed, frontal
The lies around us dripped dye death
Death of a personality and ***

You stood up for the idea of a suggested world we all want
And I did before for you
Without a doubt I gave you the water of showers and rain
Of love and hatred
I stood by when they took you
It was easy for me to cleanse and dismiss the lies parodied upon the truth that was overlooked

Just like rain it was human nature
Maybe what we have will be shared for the sake of our generation of liars
What we shared and what we share break our ribs for the better
And I want you even more
Your mouth
Your eyes
Your hands

You looked at me from above on a pedestal of false grammar
"My God, you are beautiful."
Your eyes saved me that day
Your beautiful lips took me in
And chew my soul like gum that I allowed
The smell of love evaporating drips on my nostrils

But...