(A Sequel to The Corpses Have Hearts to Speak)

Long have I waited
To be resurrected
Cleansed, to be
Undamned

My eyes are sore
With dust desires
To see the colors I have seen
For I know that I can
Never step upright back

To the world
Of clinching steps
Where my windshields weeping
Is regarded as the omens of romance

See my heart,
It is clouded by skull silk
It is caged by casket
It is as the way it was not

My remains and my days passed
Might never gain back
The state and pieces I was in
Full of pride—
Empty of soaring sympathy

And gratefulness, I threw away is
Now just a simple decay dance
Now just a simple foul fool
Now just skinfingers mingling upon lovebones

The dangled toes and soundless threads
Could only boast ethereal sweats on top
Of our dead lungs
Revived by revolting revolver of tears that passed

Do you not feel sorry,
For our dull presence?
Living without our warmth,
As we live without a light,
Except those of the angels?

And up above from Heaven’s throne
A gospel rule was set for our liberty
And we are allowed to break free
Not long after

Only when the days break on the fifth
Only before the stars shade on the darkness
Of the sixth
I shall exist
As bound white shadows before your dull chamber

I burned my feelings into ashes
with the dry ice in my heart,
from the chills you bestowed upon me.

Those ashes I saved and kept them
in a box, I sealed it and
named it "Past".

The bubble of hope died and
my feelings vanished into thin air-
or I wished.

I took Past and I painstakingly
dug at hole, so deep
at the bottom of my heart.

That's where the Past shall stay,
where you shall be,
where this love strives to persist.

To all the empty rooms
And trapeze windows
The tiles decomposed

Before the holes in bed,

We were in joy
In the name of death
And for death also,

We had fathomed
Each other

We have long known
Death and its embrace
Where we sheltered

But for the sake of
Morbid sanity and flooded colors
We have never been used

Of death

If all these sad songs rejoiced you instead
If all my ballads for you lead to ballistic
If all your weary hair untangle your tears
When will the sun droop
For the teapot heat of your dimmed heart
Will never cease like unclean dagger
Lathered by
Our blood-bound love

In the empty rooms
Before the trapeze windows
By the dirt you dwell in
Degraded by shallow affection of
Blood, coldly overflowing from
Earthly remains so cold
Getting blue forever more
And leaving me in
Hollow-soaked world