no eyes
no teeth
just the sound of my body
the touch of your breasts against fragile fingers
and the blood rushing to the head
that is eyeless
that is lips hiding a toothless grin
that would bite if it could the fragile hide
that is your youthful error
strike that one from the books
mark it up as a loss
it was meant to be love after all
the devil loses
and there are cheers of joy in the chambers of angels
you run your nails down the back of a devil
his soul blackened with the idea of destroying your body
making you sweat and come to the end of the world
where you will lie broken and soulless
having touched the heat of hell and the softness of the heavens
in the mouth of a daemon
the body of a god
and the cold black soul
of lucifer himself
label this love and charge me whatever it costs
i have money and heart that i can pay you with
one is never broke if they are simply
purely and openly
broken
such a child in a wolfs skin
such a wolf in the heart of man
but the child is scared
and the wolf
but a wolf
is wanting such heart of a child
the lightening rattles the bones of the sleeping city
and the city replies with sleep
the heart is so completely and perfectly empty
emotions flow through it like wind in the trees
as the sun and shadows dance on the mountain
the heart is so quiet
left just to beat
and push blood to the hands
that are so free to touch
i have now arrived at the point in my life
where all i want is beauty
the harshest silk and the softest wood
the tanned young skin and the scales of leather
the sadness of a final kiss and your heartwarming goodbyes
the softness of evil
and the harshness of the embrace
goodnight
to sleep alone in fields where i lay
in the arms of brothers
with the distant memories of our loves
and the cities in which they lay
to the fields of war in which i cower
and my brothers arms to hold each other tight
till the war ends and she can hold me
and i can lay
and i can dream again sleeping and dream of the war
in which i dreamt of her
and now life as a dream
life as peace
and love as war
real friendship is not having friends
but having a drink at the end of a six month hiatus
with someone who you have never forgotten
and having never blamed
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