I have painted upon myself wings
In the fabric of the diaphanous street
Locked her inside the room of mirrors
Laid her where the floor creaks
In the shadow of an eye
A few last diamonds lined her beam
While I'm staring at the canvas, I fear
The unsettling shrill of a midnight scream

When the nights were tempestuous or very dark
These great big sheets would disintegrate
I'd scarcely make your side my dwelling-place
Spectre out of the room, through the hall, into the park
Under a molten sky, beyond the grass, we wait
My bedraggled face
Drunk of whiskey to ease the sporadic space
The fevered plastics that seal your body
Dissipating in a violet chase
Tonight a special memory serves me

Where I
Over the sharp edges of the slate-rock, glittering with a prize
Boisterous attempts to restore the spirit of the evening
When she was pounding on the wall
One had seen me enter the hall, yet there i was in the midst of them
Removing the stones and burying myself underneath them
My red and white mouth blew a putrid scent, hovering my pampered lament

General ideas swept through the auburn lit room
You light your candles by mine, I feel a slight breeze from my tomb
On moonlight nights, the air has often seemed to be full of sound
Awake be awake, can't wait for you
Like knotless thread, like lightning striking ground
She vanished from my sight with a laugh and shout
In hideous imitation of you, another pain walks in
So heavy I would have to lay my burden down
The air itself had a strong sulphurous scent
Moaning like the soughing of a departing storm
I played this little game, until the ties were scorned
Bleeding, and covered with wounds, yet still in one form

The sun was burning through the window
My mind's companion paced like a minnow
Feel warm every time I press play
This thought was the perfect escape
Because laughter once broke my embrace
She yelled "monster" in her softest, most feminine voice
Sounds of a tired city, crowds the unwanted noise
Rewarded in cracked glass animals reveling
Where the sailors choice, ever-changing
Minding the gap from the eye of a single storm
Finally snap from tumbling to the rotten floor

Locked away in your cage, carve your own rage
Dressed in a tawny bittersweet shimmer
Growing beneath your sister's shoulders
Overly histrionic, in bald cure
I have lost the immortal part of
myself, and what remains is *******
Pushing exultingly with all your might
Pursuing lions which are not yet even within sight
Dancing and carousing until old age and infirmity
Talking without speaking, boasting of offspring
For you, every minute is expectancy

Your burst was clear as a bell
We're perpetually quarreling among ourselves
To feel straightened out, yet so violently compelled
I am afraid that you are not only blind, sick
Attempt to hide things which cannot be hid
Though you've starved from your amends
All your mother's money blisteringly spent
Leave those dancing rings to spite the dawn
Such a blunder of fits, upon the gray cement
Its glamorized that you're an awoken slattern
Ridiculed the idea of me ever being able to help you
Without needs of a tavern
There is no believing a liar
I don't see whats behind the shower curtain
Now carried on our back, a double burden