where there used to be a wax-candle
blowing in the rhythm of a mind inside a man
working in the shadows of a midnight land
where words were sealed with feathers on
rough papers like a symbol of the present
madness and its demand this absence
is more than i can handle in lack of a
seveninch candle desperately waiting for a
woman to abuse me and amuse me with sharpened
fingernails - thorns in modelled trance
i would like to crawl underneath your
skin revel in forbidden and ferocious
sin touch your breath feel the
satisfaction - there is nothing like a stunning
piece of nighttime attraction we would
bring in some species of nature - if you
were closer now - throw them right
across this room - if you were closer now
(???) the laws no words upon our lips -
if you were present now - celebrate our
presence until now - i feel you're
closing in somehow
join in - the mysteries of heaven
miserable, optional doors maybe sell
our fortune to a devil on the way
abusement that turn us into slaves
a song about the words so commercially
despised - prostitution trapped them in a
corner of my life - lines
though i know a place where
they still can be written down and
blossom like only spring can do when winter
has been around so come with me and
the pleasures of mine - we'll walk the
drawn fields, expose the secrets of life
there is no simple desire
only harvesting of your rare fruit
to many words i cannot put words to
to many movements i cannot hide |