posted on Jul, 14 2016 @ 01:05 AM
Fear kept me alive somehow,
Bellowed through the ruins of my mortal form,
As a thunderous beat swept away my soul,
And drowned the screams of love in the blood of my veins,
The blood that coursed through my body.
I could still remember her eye,
The blue of her dress that night,
Once long ago.
And love was my desire,
My life and my God,
And the mortal form of it was found,
Deep in the gaze of the sister.
Still I recall the purity of her eye,
The sea that dressed her then,
Once so long ago.
And I loved her then and I love her now,
My mind screams no,
But my heart screams,
Yes it screams.
To declare the love for her form,
For her soul, for her spirit.
To make her mine and take her,
To rush into the world with her,
Still I did fear,
What if she were to say no!
Well I hear the gentle calling,
Why I hear a gentle calling,
From my old friend in the bottle,
Telling me to drink from the bottle.
Kill the pain and make it stop,
Never feel and never love.
But still I remember her eye,
Her blue dress upon her,
Once upon a night long ago.
The fear kept me alive,
The joy should she be inclined,
To become one in spirits,
To become one in this mortal world,
When two become one through love in this world.
And I wait,
For her surprised gaze and her soft lips,
To open and make sound,
As my heart thunders.
I remember once a night ago,
Her blue dress,
Her warm smile,
Her embrace ever brief,
Rushing past as she says...