In the morning's light her cold skin glows.

You shiver and turn, pressing your body against her.

She feels your coarse hands running down the length of her body...

Your lips roam and pause at the base of her neck.

She shudders, but only a tiny moan escapes.

Down, down

She's gone cold again.

I'm feeling pretty broken down
This morning.
I woke with the Sun
But my bones aren't working.

I've fallen in love
With the smokey feeling
So what can I do now
But stare at the ceiling?

Now I'm slowly walking home
And I can't see in the light.
Should wash this out of my hair
No sleep for me tonight.

That's just the truth of it
Forgive my forgeries
Please bring the rain
To come and purge me
I hid my lies
Within my honesty
This air is poison
The poison that will cure me.

I was silent as I walked
Silent as I lay
Some disease of my mind
Though I don't know the name

Her head down below
Heat between my legs.
But all that I lust for
Are the fumes
That rot my brain.

She left alone
As I lay there asleep
I didn't want her back
Not for anything

She was a lie
And she always will be
I can't go back there
Back to the edge of the city
It left me stranded
But I don't I care now.
All I want is the smoke
And the water
To drag me back down.

Stars and moons aren't meant to walk
In the lives of Sun and men.
Greying evening gates will dim and bind
Keeping them apart.

My pale moon flesh
Twisted, wrought with sickness
Wakes and sleeps only with stars,
While my lover and Sun
Dream in slumber's throes.

No rest is found in darkness
For sickly night shadows of day men
And so, no sleep will come to me
On this night, or any other.

As my mind and body grow restless,
Begging my lover to wake with moons,
Greying gates dim further.
Stars and sleepless night creatures will sadly learn, that
"I will never rest with the Sun."

In the lines of your hands
I saw the traces of brown sediment
And cool earth
Embedded among the folds

In the rush of your laugh
I heard the croak of time
The crackle of years of inhaled fumes
The whisper of your smile

In your eyes
I felt the piercing gaze
The blistering attempts
The impossible struggle

I felt all of it
And as you lay there now
I think of that gaze
And wish to feel it again

My body, to you, is the ultimate insult.

"You throw worse than HER,"

Is enough to make you deny profusely,

Your nostrils flaring with rage and shame.

Because you believe it's not acceptable to be worse,

Than me.



My body, to you, is the standard of weakness.

To have a weaker pitch, a softer heart, a shorter stride, a higher laugh,

Are all disgustingly intolerable.

And all because you attribute these things,

To me.



To hear a man be called a '****'

Is no extraordinary thing.

But you believe that the most grotesque, *****, foul word you can use against another,

Is a word that describes the most intimate part,

Of me.

You're tired and slow
As the autumn rain moans
Turn the clock back an hour
Spend the night on your own

At first your voice was full of laughter
And liquor and smoke
You had another good hour
Then gave up to go home

I've got a crack in the mirror
It didn't make me a saint
To lose an hour of luck
To lose an hour of day
I thought I gave you all up
But always start to hesitate
I know I'll never really need you, but
My mind keeps playing these games.

'Cause I'm a dreamer and seeker
Give me a warm, mild winter
I awake to the darkness
And let the cold air seep in
This was a time to forget
Let the long nights begin
Someday I won't remember any of this
But, I just wish I knew when.

My mother was nothing but food for him
My father a meal, not anything more
The Flaming Giant has come to us
His children arrive to pick our bones

Neither snow of ash, nor rain of blood
Can quench our thirst, our need to live
Though we are drowned in burning pain
The water is gone, the sky in flames

He melts my flesh, destroys my mind
The fume above blocks out the sun
I go to stand, but only fall
And wonder what hell I am in

I hoped this could not be my life
A nightmare in the summer heat
But now I know that I am wrong
Now I know the smoke is real

I crawl, I drag toward her heart
Whose beats have just begun to slow
I hear the haunted screams inside
They cry in fear for rain to come

I reach my dear, and use my strength
To speak to her for one last time
Her thoughts begin to fade to black
"She's gone!" I cry. She won't come back.

I want to creep across window panes whispering frozen words into cracked glass.

I wish to wrap around deadened roots; embracing their stony surface as the wind cries.

I want to fly across continents carried by the arms of the soft breeze.

If only I could feel that rush as I swirled through the air over forests and fields.

I want to land on the soft cheek of one searching for shelter from bitter chill.

But I am the dew, and for now I cling only to the ground.

Here will I remain until the day's heat breaks my body, releasing me into the sky.