I am the chandelier falling deeper and deeper I am the rubble born out of the friction between love and lust I am the lovechild of gold and dust I am falling
My sides crack Enlarged wrinkles Clandestine fracks
Spare me from the crooked stares of the pixies in the dark Innocent and untainted Guiltless and untrapped
I am the disjointed words wrecking havoc between your lips I am the dark circles underneath your cheeks I am the flaws that you see in the mirror At 3 in the morning Free from disguise but Wrapped up in sin
I am the poet who brews trouble Just to fill my canvas with stormy weather I am the lover who knows not who sleeps beside me Because that does not matter Long as this bed for two is occupied By an else that I can thread Two strings need not be attached Long as warmth finds itself on my shoulder Care not to whom warmth belongs
I am the ship without a name Sailing freely and untamed I will tame the sallow seas Else I would have lived in vain I am passion with a ransom and a devil on my back