Him
the one
who staggers away...
from the bleeding sun
Him
the night
that crawls in
to infest inside...
Him
the prayer
that all innocence hails
Him
the blind
yet sees all
things to fail
Him
the soul
thirsting for a drink
a taste of life...right before you blink
She
the
heart
open and trifled...
tells the scar
She
the
eyes
inside you preying on...
the needs you disguise
She
the dream
that keeps you under...
while visions teem
She
the passion
a ritual humming art...
mystery in emotion
Listen to the stone
echo its harmony...
Read the
tree veins
scripturing their existency...
Amongst the breath
dances
Hear them spoken in a whisper
...Angelheart the beloved
sanity
...Angelheart the sacred place within the deviant