corpses of hymnsI tried to say ittruly, i didthe syllables stuck to my tongueclung to my molarskicked at the back of my teethbegging, don't let us see the light of dayplease, let us stayand brood in this brothwith all the other words you held backcorpses of hymns to unworthy heartstime proved them rightso we would rather sitin silent indignationthan waste your gasps for airyet againand so i gave inand swallowed them wholegranted their wishyet again
matters of the heartWhen it comes to matters of the heart; it's not that i'm being deceitful, it's just that i'm so confused.
hallelujahHe sang hallelujahand grasped my hand tightwaiting for the skyto turn out the lightwe sat beneaththe pomegranate treebut i never really belongedSo he told me he would take meto a place just for usaway from prying eyesno tongues of wars wagedand i let him, i let himI can still hear him nowcalling my name, callingevery syllable rolls off his tonguelike a hymnjust like a hymnthe sound travels flies past the dying treeswhips past branches of past loverstrying to find and feel and knowI wish i was a thunderbirdpowerful and freebut this cage i have builtmakes me retreatit's so strong and sturdyit'
The Boythe boy lieshe lies lies lieshis eyesthey lie lie liehis heartit beats beats beatsbut it doesn't beatfor me me mehis songit's so sweet sweet sweetbut all i hearis defeat, defeatsurrender, surrenderhe whisphers in my earbut i'm much too far goneto hear, hear.
Decadence + Strawberries.Decadence/Strawberries.I am a porcelain decadencea sort of porcupine elegancewith a heart of unknown significancerequiring your spurious pittancejust once in a while.Your face is familiara mouth meant to be tenderbut you let down your natureand you know you want it all.I'm a fire to dictatewith a tendency to fixateon morbid affairs I speculatewaiting for a reasonjust one reason; to stop.Though I try to swerveonto tall tales absurdfables you should have heardfrom my own little world.But your fingers have no rhythmno melody to fathomwith eyes tempestuousI know this ritual; off by heartI'm just waiti
City Life + DizzinessEyes that arrange numbersWind that grips past branches as ifTreason itself were on its tailTales of rabbits in the headlightsof careless foxes caught in the crossfire.Embed, imprint a code unto my handStars so bright they shine their imageNever pulling away from your eyesBut this city life I've grown accustomed toLeaves ever a trail to fathom;worn and used debris.The grass is always greenerThe water always looks mud from aboveRefreshing is the falling of daisiesUnto the dying field, my subconsciousOnce a blazing field of fireTwirling lights and ringing resonance'But everything will be alrightif we just keep
London + ChinaLondon & China.long before i felllong past your stumbleand your awkward fumblealong the river Tempe'swe found a moral to rest onsat down sippingon a perfect tongue-burning gasp-inducing innuendotopped with whipped creamand your inexperienced fingersfound their way quite easilymuch too easilyfor my liking and appreciationso i found a star to wish uponbut it must have been a streetlampthe image burned unto the back of my eyelidsa dandelion penetratingunder the paralyzing wavesof puddles in the winterlying above down-trodden leaves of the dead varietyreminded me of the reasoni fell for his company; his f
Jeremiad.Jeremiad.let me let you knowof snow covered dreamsdripping off the seamsof all my make-believe heroes.my history tells a storyof hearts lost in warfareand found muddled betweensatin sheets and your favourite lines.i find myself awake againat 2 AMwondering if you'll noticeI'm not by your side.and i thought imight wish on a staryeah, that'll get me farand you, wherever you arewould want to find my faceand think of no onewho could take my placebut i have yet to find one so brightit must be magical.i get lost in the florescence's of the city above meand the smoke beneath meonly blurs my chances
cinderella.Cinderella.call it insomniaknow its youlift your fingersto my lipships collide its all i needI'm hopeless, i knowa delusional romanticand i still believe in fairy talesbut I'll settle for your handsright hereright nowdon't worryyou don't have to mean itjust call me Cinderellaand undress me before midnight.
Just Like The Moviesjust like the moviesyou take me by the shoulderssay, "I can't fight this anymore,neither can you."then i try to hit youwith my tiny fistsbut then i meltand you kiss me so hardyou bruise my teeththen the credits are shownand my eyes start to focussomething i never expectedlipstick on a wine glassthe dust in your retinathis scene on the screen should be illegalinciting loneliness and longing on the massesi'm so obvious it hurts
You AreYou are ice.cold and calulatedwith eyes to match.You are fire.the feel of warmth on my face &too quick to burn out.You are regret.a reminder of the kindest touchi never felt.You are pride.the pride of a boydesperate to be a man,but unwillingto look into his reflectionfor fear of seeing his father.You are the death.of all that has been,and all that could have been.of us.
Empire.you fumbled with your hands &made love only to your egojoined together in holy hypocrisydivine and justjudgement uponassertions of the demoralized massi'm one in a millionso who could have knownyour heart of dying embersand your clumsy way with wordsthat would captivate my attentionand lure me to compete for your affectionslove is not mercyfor a disciple at your feeti will not worship false idolsor repent my sins against your doctrineof fatal fear and woethis lesson is learnt anda distant memory you will bedoomed to fadeand crumble with all thisrubble from your highest stone portraityour grace falls
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