the left hand

 

your faithful sun hangs idle in the sky
looking tired, abandoned and impatient

I've grown restless from waiting;
gnawing on the same air and solids
night
              after day
                                     after night


somewhere beyond that dying star
is a God who hates me;
who's kept me breathing(alive) -

forsaking me with a touch that kills
and a love that defines insanity

I am lost in circles of shamans and mystics
though I accompany them into Tartarus


somewhere beyond that dying star
is a God who hates me;
who's placed me naked in a breathing fire -

forsaking me with a touch that kills
and a love that defines insanity

when your sun drowns
                                 in the waves of night

I want you to know -
                                 I'll venture anywhere

       I'll kiss any soul tonight