when narrow blinded eyes
draw out their hunting gear
leave traces of their feat
just as a souvenir
all eyes near and far
shadows mine which hunt
leering as i bend
bending as i turn
bodies as cold as dead
spiral against my own
as if a lonely rock
bears whirling storms alone
sing praises of this flesh
my ageing hollow corpse
savor this luscious treat
slip into this warp
into a sightless knot
all in the name of fun
buildup a love all fake
romance my skeleton
if time may blind all reason
although few eyes may roll
bring yourself inside me
come love this wretched soul
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 8:23 AM UTC
when narrow blinded eyes
draw out their hunting gear
leave traces of their feat
just as a souvenir
all eyes near and far
shadows mine which hunt
leering as i bend
bending as i turn
bodies as cold as dead
spiral against my own
as if a lonely rock
bears whirling storms alone
sing praises of this flesh
my ageing hollow corpse
savor this luscious treat
slip into this warp
into a sightless knot
all in the name of fun
buildup a love all fake
romance my skeleton
if time may blind all reason
although few eyes may roll
bring yourself inside me
come love this wretched soul
based on Maria's character from Paulo Coelho's novel Eleven Minutes.
