The blood that races through me
Has a path already written,
Like the lover to the smitten
God has built this passage truely
And just like the flow of crimson
Ever-lasting, ever-crossing
Every artery is part of me; why can he not be?
I wish stars could hang in closets
Lower than the air-filled pockets
In my pocket, hide the light
And rub it in his eyes
Feel the freshness, feel alive
Corrupt and crush what's cold and dead
I'll sing sonatas in your head
Your wishes may be dead, But i breathe deep
And like the blood-red caverns, seep
This longing for your love
Another tongue, and would you listen?
If i spoke in silent signals
Like the ones you hold against me
Every clenching of the knuckles
I will love you through the bruises
Through the fixtures, through the ruses
I will touch you through the thickness
Of the walls you hang on high
I will dress you in the darkness
Hold your hand headfirst through hell
I have a question for you here
Do you find sweetness in my fear?
Although I expect no answer
I will listen through the darkness
For the singing of the shards you call a heart.
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