When the Sun Sets and You Dream of Me

Life is a garden andmy tears jump intothe abyss.The salty watersof suicidecloud its river and wind.

Life is a labyrinthof molasses andthorns,and the achingsunrise is clouded bypromiscuity.

Lie with me andI'll die betweenyour legs—I am a prince in the viceof the peaks of yourbreasts.

I know thesaccharinedecadence of yourfleshconsumes me in ablasphemous orgyof unity.

The night yawns as themorning wakes;dream a life and drinkfrom my blood.Freedom is adistant memory.

As I become your dark andtwisted fantasy—sweet pain, my light,my love;a blade and a cupwill seal our bond.

Your thoughtsdrownin blissAt the ideaof youundressing me—sooner orlater.