Wanderstar

Wander star, across divinity's design

Carrying the wind of angels that speak no lies

On the wings of strangers we whisper goodnight

Our sandstone hearts the last to be martyred

At the altar, we sacrifice our eyes and lives

To taste of something a bit finer

Than the rust-marked dreams that once defined her

Now they seem a dress that doesn't fit

Tearing at the seams to a skirt of resistance

To the obscene, in this serene coming-of-age

We tell tales of passionate flames

Bound to the frayed ends of the same dress

She accompanied you to an empty grave in

Midnight on the rocks, she said

And held out a pale hand

It's intoxicating, and I can see

You will take me in tonight

I am the flight of a foreign angel

The black wings of the devil

Who has come to take you from fate's hold

Into the wonders of the unknown

Kiss your hips and whisper

Open your heart and legs to me

Softest lips I stain you

In the grasp of the devil's dreams

The dark it seems to smother

Your every best intention

The dark it seems a lover

Of keeping this undressed

In silent promises kept

And worlds beyond our depths

Remember me if not this, as I am

The name beneath a captive breath

In flames whose passion grips

And games of darkest lips

Remember this if not me, as this is

A slave to every expelled breath

Come to and for me

Bite your lip and loose the scream

Remember the devils you bury in dreams

That when you wake you'll know me

Wander star, across divinity's design

And I'll carve and kiss mine

Until all you know is the bliss you hold

At the razor-edge of the night.