tirsdag den 21. juli 2009

Souls Delight

I am haunted by my skin
Oh Love where shall I begin
Your equal I want to be
And I deny this wretched creatures destiny

Ruby Red, blood stained lips
Desire is a maelstrom of hell and bliss
As my hands reach beyond
Through the fabric of space
Searching still for that ethereal embrace

I declare my intentions are not sound
I follow you from higher ground
To be with you on equal terms
These hard truths are not easily learned

To come home I yearn
See how my liquid eyes they burn
My feathers are dark as the night
I know I am still your souls delight

I am your souls delight
Dark as night
With Ruby red blood stained lips
I play you like a melody
with my fingertips

I am your souls delight
Dark as night
With Ruby red blood stained lips
I play you like a melody
with my fingertips
as the blood drips
from my nestle of my brow.

1 kommentar:

tjoerneheksen sagde ...

respekt!
sjovt at se engelsk 'maelstrom'

trækker på william blake i min hjerne:
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night