Encore!
Utters of ancient voices, like whispers in a tomb,
shattering the sacred silence that frays the fingertips.
Your smoke-like shadow image still haunts my nights and dreams,
remembering the sweet repulsive taste of your cotton-candy lips
yes, I still surrender, to you,
iin nostalgic embrace, epic savage engagement,
My tragic mistake.
My perishable denial,
contemplating the several failed attempts to reconcile.
Souls wander lost, in this corrupt sorrowful paradise savage
The velocity of voracious, careless words in rapid fire
creating the concave path into the core.
As this convolution finally quiets, the facts no longer cloud our judgement,
in harsh dismay, forfeit to slow burning desire.
And like smoke rising from the ashes
we find it easier silence the reproach, the neverending clashes,
and once more, who gives a fuck, if we give this a few more chances.