I dreamt I had a bed outside your window. Aligned pillow to pillow. You know, That nostalgic colored kind of dream. The house was a happy type of chaotic. Pointless banter and children singing. We'd talk through the screen when you could find the time. You should have told me never to wake. I didn't know you before I fell asleep. I never saw your face until this dream. Perhaps one more night of my life, You'll find your way back into my subconscious... Please...find your way back.
I know what moonlight tastes like. It's the sweetness from her. Cupping hands,collecting. Enough to bathe,to clean the wounds. Enough to drink,to heal the killer. Enough to cover me in the shimmer. I know what moonlight tastes like. She gives rivers of her nectar. Enough to drown in. And knowing me... I'll drown~
An audience of owls- A crowd full of wide eyes,wise to your vulnerability. Could I be an ear? Tuned into the pulse of your nature. Naturally I want you... What you are. I love the hunt,as much as the next guy. And I love,too much- The animal inside. I love the chase. I love the game. And I love you. An open field of wolves. With wardrobes lined with wool. One for every color you are. Could I be a heart? Offered up to warm you from, the dead air From the calloused and cold. I love the hunt, as...
Cold becomes friend. And breezes along beside me. We're following strides- Watching you all hiding. I crave to know... Why do they go? Then I hear that hum and realize it's just the moon... Cold becomes friend- Whistling along beside me.
Years I've not moved. Surrounded by these crooked talking trees. Though they don't talk to me. Since my jaw was rusted shut. I do not need ANYONE, until I need my oil can-
Who needs a heart... When I've welded my fingers to the handle of this axe?. Who needs to move? Who needs a friend... When every time I walk, The hollow in me Sounds like a wardrum Metronome Countdown to death?