Making love to you feels like you shot me in the throat,
That bulletproof glass broke,
You shot right through as if it was easy to you.
You said you love me and you showed me the proof,
All that's left is to just satisfy you.

If I found you and you were sinking
Miles and miles of sorrow, drinking
Falling deeper, seeing darker
Past the red, the mile marker
Down into yourself it seemed
Faded glory, haunting dream
Yet there you were on solid ground
Feet steadfast, heart sinking down
My hand outstretched to you to say
I am here and it's okay
But whispers overcrowd your ears
Anger, remorse, horror, fear
And there you sink, lungs filled with sand
No breath to take, none understand

A peck of his lips filled with sin
     my labored breathing  
          his calloused hands wander my body
          exploring every inch of me
He holds my hand
      and steals my breath
           with a rope he found in the kitchen
Calloused hands wander over my body
     as he lay me with his ex lovers
          each more beautiful than  the next
          each more grave than the last
Beware of boys with blue eyes like sapphires dropping in the ocean

You’re gonna let the sun
always go to his rite,
It’s a sacrifice,
but he will be overall victorious
reborning to new glory.

Stretched out and watery
the wide cut of your eyes
by a vulnerable agony
that will receive forgiveness
tickling the elegant lines
of your delightful face.

Now the way is charted
Barefoot I follow,
listening to the soft crackling
of a bizarre heart
that is just a projection
of the concrete.

Only a fleeting idea the trajectory
where my compass is pointing at,
within the chaos of dissociated memories,
my own north is still you, son of the sun,
the same sun that you’ll let go
cause you know he cannot forget you…
…you are his pride.