I'm eager,
To rip you off my chest
With all the bleeding that would come with that
While I looked at the clock,
Slowly turning until it stopped.

Until it happens,
You'll be gripping the walls of my mind with your dark fingernails

Purity falls hiding the sin
            beneath layered breath.
Sweeping upon the actions
                            of frigid temperament.

Moonshine lingers, a silhouette of
                     misdeeds does shine,
But everyone is looking upwards.
               Never seeing deceased snow..

Tome stones of onyx and bleached
moments collect next to another.
Playing the theme of silent screams,
that are out of tune, but never heard.

Rising, scratching to that place that is
never reached. But they climb on broken
keys that scream on the bones that
are so dull and shimmer in failings.

They endeavour to reach a place that
is beyond there influence. The charcoal
keys are the prolonged motions of a place
where they linger in echoing silent screams.

I wished to ****
I missed to go with luck
How I go down
And lick her tiny round.

I wished to finger
Inside and rolling linger
Deeper and longer ******
While I hear her moaning lust.

I wished to kiss
French or tender list
Little by little I go underneath
Or later, you'll go playing with it.

Ahhh, the pleasure I have
How I missed to **** someone I love