A Massacre at Midnight

Sinful sweet flesh, play into my hands again

Blissful quiet lips pressed against my own

Here in the shade of our auburn dying tree

We awaken lustful pleasure from the remains of dying dreams

And a hand on your thigh

And you quiver beneath me

A strand of hair cross your eyes

And I worship your beauty

Wistful memories passed, now shall we return

Wishfully back to the home we burned

Here in the shade of the foliage, die quiet

Don't wake the night from its fitful sleep

And a fallen eyelash is a shooting star

To will me back into your arms

To press your secrets deep into my heart

I lie, keeping time with all that you are

Sinful sweet flesh, lie amongst the clouds

Sunset long passed, a moon clothed by shrouds

Here in this darkest night, I and my blessings

Await the moment with dying star intensity

And a hand on your chest

And this is divine

A kiss beneath my breath

And I whispered goodbye.