I'm the air that escapes through quivering lips
the shiver in the bones beneath heated skin
Distant is the gaze from a soul behind dark eyes
Dismissed are my actions behind veiled sighs
But you have no idea what my dreams can show you
The kisses of death; so gentle, so sweet
The laughter of the poor, the beaten, the meek
Wind spills, pouring from smoke filled rooms
Fumes, as love's anger explodes into blooms
And darkness is fading in; and in darkness I lose
I am the whisper among the valley's trees
the venom in the waiting of passive bees
Behind me is hurt trails winding away
In front, a heart so passionately splayed
This is where the wind pauses; what'll it choose?
On silver platter, polished and proud
sits a rusted ring that screams so loud
I am that voice that gently pushes your hair
that violently moves these obstacles of a feeble stare
Breathe in, and let my sound consume you
I am the words unspoken on violent breath
the shivers of a spine when there is nothing left
I am the smile that impresses itself upon your tongue
and the whispers of love that've gone unsung
Ever so softly, let me wrap breath around you
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 12:12 AM UTC
I'm the air that escapes through quivering lips
the shiver in the bones beneath heated skin
Distant is the gaze from a soul behind dark eyes
Dismissed are my actions behind veiled sighs
But you have no idea what my dreams can show you
The kisses of death; so gentle, so sweet
The laughter of the poor, the beaten, the meek
Wind spills, pouring from smoke filled rooms
Fumes, as love's anger explodes into blooms
And darkness is fading in; and in darkness I lose
I am the whisper among the valley's trees
the venom in the waiting of passive bees
Behind me is hurt trails winding away
In front, a heart so passionately splayed
This is where the wind pauses; what'll it choose?
On silver platter, polished and proud
sits a rusted ring that screams so loud
I am that voice that gently pushes your hair
that violently moves these obstacles of a feeble stare
Breathe in, and let my sound consume you
I am the words unspoken on violent breath
the shivers of a spine when there is nothing left
I am the smile that impresses itself upon your tongue
and the whispers of love that've gone unsung
Ever so softly, let me wrap breath around you
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