Addicted to our divine despair
The
venom of the cross we bear
The guilt will follow us to death
Soul On Fire - HIM
Toes on edge of my favorite bridge, Memories haunt me no more. The complete freedom I will seize. Crush myself to its breast and bite the nipple that nurses me to death. The fattening milk of venom and hatred that consumes my veins in fire.
She cannot run, she cannot catch, for merely she is a chorus girl with the body of a stallion. I am a fire-dragon. Searing the sky and scalding the darkest night. Released from the bonds of human life, I leap off of this ledge and fall, freely into pitch black water.
The cold, forgiving fingers of mother death surround me and fight out my last breath. But the warm scent of equine and wool surround me. The reminder of a spanning manse and large stables. And a obsidian mare, the mare Brother and I rode on....
Away...away..
