Let me drink life
from the palms of your hands...

I stumbled upon twisted lips of deceit,
eyes black and empty, heart of concrete...

Cast a shadow on me-
let me lick my wounds...

Shield me with all twisted moments,
lets drink blood from the silver chalices...

Ashy glances behind laced veils
reveal inner thunders that crawl...

Whispered sweetness decipher deceptions
within a dream, pallid, in soft, scarlet tones...

Magma waves cleanse the heart,
bleeding crimson rain my soul will sever...

Silent, whispering zephyr
slithered down the skin, freely...

There is no point in writing around in circles
washed words, pallid moonbeams of sorrow...

Walking down the streets on Monday night
gets me high on emotional impressions...

Abysmal elegy whispers nuclear poetry,
artificial within enliven cosmic volcano...

Efface surface of troublesome blizzards,
(effects for emotions cause volcanic eruptions...