Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Occlusion, Once.

Darkness spews from my mouth
Shows Pain where Heaven is due South.
As I drink your love
A bitter wine, the blood of a white dove
Will I ever have my fill?
The sweet wind closes in to Kill.

And one day, when the inevitable arrives
You will see the fire that thrives
Burning through the darkness
The passion, you intrinsically caress

Always much more than what you know
Some joys, forever, will be mine alone
Sadly, never for you to know
These joys, forever, must be mine alone.

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