The words spoken were so painfully beautiful
to the tones of the most somber of streets.
I captured heaven and put it in your pocket,
still you don’t see me.

Slice those lids so eyes may shine with
the glimmer of moonlight as flames burn behind.
Faucets of fountains will shy away and cower
To you…and to I.

We danced in the shadows of ghosts
upon silent hill. It was me in that dream
devouring precious moments
of your sinful sleep.

Wake my dear. Touch the brail between
your spine. Read clean the masterpiece
of a playing harp that I hid
inside your rumbling rib cage.

Whisper to me the sound of
suicidal scriptures. While I bruise
the pain away. It will only
be you. It will only be me.

One day you shall see.

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