x-frozic.

solo-cryptic, lie this lyric
down between your arms
and hope the chasm causes harm
enough to touch the senses and
no wonder-psalms can pick you up
into my time and touch
i love, i love too much
and such a feeling peeling heels away from hands
impossible the problem that still stands
where most dilemmas die
one tear cries another, now
there's no seeds left to sow somehow
my lucky disbelief is proof
that my heart-house without a roof
can still keep out cold hands
with nothing but a plan to prize
the passion from my eyes
multi-crpytic, slide this lyric
deep inside your chest
and let implode the folds that cross
sweet nothings that you've lost
to reach the stars, you need hot hands
and mine are dining without fire