Below the pale faced moon
Beyond the daylight
And the sun at noon
in the darkness blacker than night
She lays on the floor
Curled up and drenched with sweat  

He Creeps in the mind of the mad
A ghost he is
Haunting her head

Her skin it tore, nails grow into a claw
Oozing blood from flesh that's raw
Pale gray face and sunken chest
Craving him she cannot rest

Lets runaway
Into the blackness of the night
The darkness does not scare us
For our love is a torch
a never dying light

I can’t move
my legs are pinned to my body
squeezing against my chest
my arms restrain to my sides
my hands pressing against my flesh
my eyes wide but i see nothing
the four walls of this confined prison
pinches my skin
and pushes my head into my knees
my breath is heavy
Panting i can’t breathe  
I choke on my own thoughts
my own breath
my heart pounds in my eardrums
I long to stretch my legs
and run far, far away
from this hell I have to call home

I take a long drag off my cigarette
and look down at my mug
my coffee now warm
do to the slight breeze
that the fall weather brings  
I have myself a sip
and look at the vacant spot on my bench
“perfect” i sigh
as a salty treat
falls down into my mug

The bond forged between us
Is not one that can be broken
by absence, distance, or time.
as I would always belong to him,
so he would always be mine.

kiss me sweet lemon drops
down onto the meadow
into the valley below
explore the curves
of her landscape
And what she holds to show
with invitation earnest
feel the breath of lips part
each movement
so precious so deserved
Each beat of her heart
an temporary ecstasy
that envelops every desire
Fantasies unravel thrusts at a time
bodies come close
close coming minds
utterly divine
*** in its prime

you are my story,
our time a storm
wild like wind and rain
to big to handle
to powerful to escape
it blows around me,
tangles my hair,
splashes water on my face
lets me know
i’m alive
i’m alive
i’m ALIVE
but there are moments of calm
In every storm
and moments which
our words fork lightning for eachother.