deepblue_tiger

This day has happened before
singing rain and clattering lauphter.
I think only of the flesh
smell of perfume,
i've been here before,
but not like this....
not this foggy, not his at all.

Again i walk through Heavens blood, bare chested and calm,
my soul, if it ever existed, has beaten me to Hell,

I am empty.

I think only of the flesh
sticky, sinew, vile crimson billowing from my neck...
I was here...
not this messy, this crude.
rapture embracing once again,
terrifying ectasy

another dream of heaven is escaping.
standing in the sunset.

I wish to fear, to hate, to love once again.

The rain around me cast a stareing reflecton,
and I can no longer see you