Torpor Hymn

a visual philosophie

This Destructive Path

Kiss behind the tears
Licking the Blood off my lips
Tearing worlds apart to touch you
Like fire, I decimate to keep warm
Fed by affections
Reaching out to take you

Follow me down this path carved by razors
Paved with Pain
I'll lie to you and you to me
and we'll lie together and call it love
We'll be the death of us yet

You make me hate
You make me love
Making lovely sounds
Write beneath me
and despair
Your pained gasping
Music to your grasping
You want to hurt me
But you like this side of the knife

When I'm sucking the blood from your lips
Echo in my eyes the deepest lusts of my heart
You are unholy, wholly hazardous
Let me play in the fires that burn in your heart
Violate, Volatile, as burning hands grip my throat
Seething whispers, your mercies ache
Yours and mine is this love that leaves a scar
A memory Sanguine in Dawn's light
The burns tender leave me colder in your absence

Cold words in the searing heat.
Soft your curves in half light

Something's missing, something broken
Musings wishings softly spoken
There's something black inside
Suffocated, frozen

All the pretty words have died
While all the saints have lied