With
Bright eyes in ashen skin
faint curves like dreams
and spectral limbs
that wrap around
Bringing nails
Sharply into life
Drawing blood
Red with passion
Echoing screams
Rife with desire
She pulls me in
removes my calm
and leaves me bare
Full and beastly
Within her love

There is no death
in the long love
there is no reason
In the short life
I have dreamed
but I have forgotten
About the dreams
I have lost
but the loss never mattered
I have been
But I will be nothing again
There is nothing more
Than who I am
There is nothing more
Than what I think
This is the essence of
Nothing at all.
Break my bones
and I won't bleed
Because the blood
has dried away
In slow swirls
of ruddy dust
My tears have fled
Don't worry about drift
Because I don't
Because we shouldn't
but we will
we did
It doesn't matter
But it ultimately does
and that's why
nothing at all
nothing again
nothing

Your eyes are a wind
blowing through
the tattered curtains
of my heart
and my words
nothing but the groans
of a house unsettled
trying to impress
the wind

I was walking
past the alley
and wondering
if the dark was real
or if it was
just a trick
of the light
I was walking
Past the old woman
and I was wondering
if she was in pain
or just a trick
of the night
I was walking
past your home
and wondering
if you lived there
or if your life
was just a trick
of maybe and might
and that
is where I was
yesterday

The last riff
in the blues ballad
echoes of her
With clarity like
glass on silk
catching flame from
candles on the next
table

Dream of those eyes
and weep
Dream of those lips
and scream
Dream of that body
and die

But it never mattered
because she never was
and that is all
of the truth there is