Ode To The Sleeping City

I'll canvass my soul on your walls,    
smear blood on the concrete.    
     
In the dark of night when I see you    
for you, you'll blow cold sweet breath    
on my neck, show me I'm never alone.    
     
With you I'll carry something new    
imperfect, uncompromised, mix residue    
from old paint with color from my wrist.    
     
You'll resonate with the deep tone of a saxophone-    
Notes created in fragile strings. Your heart    
will glimmer in the skyline through crumbled bricks.    
     
The voices of enlightened insane    
who speak in conspiracy    
who preach in salvation    
will speak for both of us.    
In the deepest part of a desolate city    
you are me my everything, as I am you, as I as yours'.