Transcendence, lyrical dependence
Upon the rhythm of your sentence
I take this breath in
Swallow my own skin
Give all I am to become a transient
In the heavens, a resident of your flesh
Take another breath, hold her in
Til she's pressed against my lips
Til we're less than human
Something primal, something vital
To our existence, each step brings us closer in
I'm severing limbs just to find the core of this
Trembling lips utter words that never miss
Better this than false bliss, better a kiss
Of death than a taste of what's left
At the end of it, between the bends and breaks
We shake our fates loose
From wrought iron gates, there are no exits here
No existential fears, we're driftwood on the beach
Wearing the tides ankle deep, and our lives
To our chests, our cries slip behind their ears
We will not be seen or heard, these years will be
Dreamed then burned, stolen and turned
For our own prophets, who whisper on our necks
I don't want this, and I can't quit
Our eyes haunted, but ever present
Some omniscient revelation to the long dead
Whose frayed threads unravel our best-laid plans
I'll take your hand, if you can break my resistance
Slake my thirst for passion, trade my words for silence
If you hunger for expression
Aggression, digression from the world in hand
To breathlessness, where volumes are recited
In silence, all consumed in a glance and a half-full glass
At the side of the bed, a rich red
Who offers life to the never-defeated
The never dead, I'll have my world before the sunset
Takes the light from my hands.
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