All over the stars She said,
Across the milky way,
And along kepler's bend,
Not as men or women, but as fae.
I'll hold your hand,
And I'll take your carcass,
And I'll strew it across orion's land.
Till no one else loves you, till your blood marks less.
Upon the Nebulae,
Your mind will be wrote,
On the lines of each and every lie,
You told me, and I coat.
You'll sing for me no longer,
Nay I'll have your very throat,
Stranger still you'll remember,
The love you broke.
I looked at her, I smiled.
A heart on her breast,
And all to see.
But still she's my goddess.
Even if I'm now,
nothing but dust.
Religion sickening.
A death at her church,
Her jesus, unblinking.
Her love, her lust,
Long gone.
Now unto someone else's
Milky way dream.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC
All over the stars She said,
Across the milky way,
And along kepler's bend,
Not as men or women, but as fae.
I'll hold your hand,
And I'll take your carcass,
And I'll strew it across orion's land.
Till no one else loves you, till your blood marks less.
Upon the Nebulae,
Your mind will be wrote,
On the lines of each and every lie,
You told me, and I coat.
You'll sing for me no longer,
Nay I'll have your very throat,
Stranger still you'll remember,
The love you broke.
I looked at her, I smiled.
A heart on her breast,
And all to see.
But still she's my goddess.
Even if I'm now,
nothing but dust.
Religion sickening.
A death at her church,
Her jesus, unblinking.
Her love, her lust,
Long gone.
Now unto someone else's
Milky way dream.
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