Mind Over Matter

The velvet voice that haunts my dreams

Tearing black midnight to dawn by it's seams.

The reaper, his scythe, he tortures my soul

But to die for death's kiss I must pay the toll.

White heaven, red hell-which door has he chosen?

Or copper or onyx, the garden love grows in.

My panting, his patience for us to unite.

The apple of Eden, just one apple, one bite.

His heart bleeding, my neck burning, hear the marble shatter.

It's suicide, romanticide; this love, this mind over matter.