at last she lays still
how frigid and stiff she may be
I can never find a way to touch her
I still cannot escape the curves
You fill me in the middle of
a lonesome afternoon
From the shadows
rising to find my wounds
Against the rough embrace of heaven
flows my nightmares
How my fighting spirit will endure them all!
This is a time when
All I love wants to devour me.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
at last she lays still
how frigid and stiff she may be
I can never find a way to touch her
I still cannot escape the curves
You fill me in the middle of
a lonesome afternoon
From the shadows
rising to find my wounds
Against the rough embrace of heaven
flows my nightmares
How my fighting spirit will endure them all!
This is a time when
All I love wants to devour me.
