desolate soul~with the talented buddhakitty

 
lustful soul be silent  
insolent midnights you raise my rancor  
my pneuma lost, wanders towards you
to graze eternity
I know you old soul
 
...and I ask myself
 
do the dead dream
of the living?
 
does a desert dream
of the rain?
 
yes, my desolate heart dare dream
of security in your arms
am I so dead of soul...
 
you can't hear me weep?
 
I speak to your heart now...with a plea
 
it is then I understand:
 
the soul hangs heavy
with the gravity of
experience
 
and our experiences
are the broken bones
of our hope and
wanting
 
hell is marked within me
you echo my desolation
 
love be damned I will not relent
in darkness keep weep bitter tears
for the ravaged remains of your soul  
 
for they are mine to keep