There was an innocent me
And there was an innocent you
But when we met
And it was winters
The seasons changed
The hurricanes and cyclones were arranged
The volcanoes oozed fire
We were helpless
The galaxies collided
And supernovas were impregnated with stars
That was the impact
You see,
I never wanted this to happen.
But we were always a catastrophe together
My love.

The lights were a crazy blue
The windows needed a repair
For when the winds brushed against them
My eyes on the ceiling did stare

For months at night
I yearned for sun
A sun that illuminated through my chest
And the moon changed phases
It ran through the mazes
I knew it was all for the best.

The canvas now
a sharp stinging red
Said things i could have never said
I lay there still
No words to say
No sadness and no regret

The ravens watch from their trees
Barren dead branches, naked of leaves
The Winter chill hangs in the air
A solo walker makes his way, this night
An eerie light is cast on the tombstones
As if the cold moon is reaching down

He will always come here, in darkness
For the night sounds play the music
As amongst the grave, he dances alone
But then a mist rises from one particular grave
Beginning to take the form of a woman
The lost love he has missed for so very long

They come to dance, together once more
Watched by ravens and a thousand glowing eyes
Entwined in a gothic dance of the dead
Until once again, she will fade away
Vanishing back into the ground, whence she came
And a solitary figure of a man, walks away alone

I have sinned, I have wronged
Been down with no way up
But you came, lent me your shoulder
I knew this world as a better place

I have cried, I have screamed
Believing nobody could hear me
But you came, lent me your ears
Then I knew someone listened

I have suffered, I have been lost
Searching, but with nowhere to go
But you came, took me, kept me warm
And I knew beauty, for there was you

This skin feels just one size too small.
When I try to stretch,
It holds me back.
I find my arms and legs are still bent,
Just waiting until they can really extend
Out into the world
Grabbing what they want,
Running where they want.
Waiting till they are
Free.

You carry an open wound everywhere
And you dont care
It's all an illusion love
I must tell you that
You'll forever be wounded and hurt
You carry your pains to the mountains
They heal for sometime
You return to people
Fresh wounds for you
Reality was like another dimension for you
And it was always too claustrophobic to live in there
Too much wounding all the time
How will you bear it all with your weak shoulders and your bony little ankles
Love, i must tell you that
You'll forever be wounded
You heal for a while when youre hiding in those forests
But they would trap you and bring you into the world
You wouldn't want them to do that to you again,
Would you love?
Your skin is gold
And the bruises are fresh
You must love yourself
Curl up in a ball
And hug yourself
The wounds would heal if your warm hands cover them
You are a healer.
You probably always were.
The wounds will heal.
And you will heal them.
May be under the pink stormy night sky someday
When you are sitting there on your own
Listening to your lover - music.
Yes,he'll always be there to calm you
So listen to him
And let the moon be your lamp
The winds,your lullaby
And the thoughts of oceans and mountains would clot your ****** wound.
They always do.