Poezja

my sweet thoughts tasting your lips
in visions I ban from reality
yet here you are asking me
to dance in your insanity
so tell me your secrets
whisper them into my hollow ears
that trinkle gold
into your deep red eyes
no suprise of lies
with no words to be said
creep around my shadow
as you bury your self into my head
quick witted dry humour
you have none
yet leave me on deaths watch
under your nobelest gun
oh bring me to you
make it occur
let me taste your problems
let my eyesight blur
and i'll tell you what you want to know
I'll let your hearing bleed to my blood
inside the deepest of earth
shall we invest in a planetary seed
on the saint of fools mud.