Dancing Plague

A Boy With Roses

if you insist, I'll let you go, even if it means we're alone                                            

I'll let you go, just let me make things right                                                                                

I can't sleep knowing how much I hurt you, it hurts me                                                  

the guilt burrowed deep beneath my skin                                                                            

I remember how you said it, we're too big for this small town                                            

with nothing to look for, drowning shadows in these empty waters                              

drunk until the morning light                                                                      

we chase after lust and die for our wounds                                                                            

our muse, eternal and shining like the brightest star                                

love runs deeper than troubled times                                  

he said, "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet"                                                  

so speak to me, don't leave me hanging here

 

dancing in this storm of love, blood drops in an ocean                                                    

oh, how I loved thee, you taught me patience                                                                        

loved me like a father and forgave my sins, our feet moving                          

through rivers, through clouds 

 

the night comes in cold and I pray like a child of violence                                      

oh, to be in the warmth of his arms, dying for the stars                                                  

the fruit we harvest belongs to the ways                                                                        

we stayed true to our souls, but started to fray                                                                  

in wild dreams your love washes over me, washes over me                               

longing for the magic of drunken nights, the sweet fruit left behind                                

the colours and the songs we harvest                                                                                        

the touch of a lover, set me free from this birdcage                                                          

brooding in this forest of dreams, I hear the music like waves

 

love slowly coming back to me                                                                                        

love slowly coming back to me  

 

my secret appetite is cyclic, a dome I live under                                                        

washed out porcelain body in song                                                                        

entwined in the ceremonial applause of great virus                              

magnified demons crucified, body compulsions, mummified                                    

good but restless at every resurrection                                                                                  

I see the beauty in death, the beauty in torture                                                                  

I see how happiness died with you                                                                          

closing my eyes until the pain is over, the night is over                                            

I hear you sing your songs to the lake                                                                                

dancing until your body aches, like one big mistake                                                                  

we talk to gods and simmer, we treasure silence and think                                  

this world is too big for us but we're trying                                                            

holding each other 

 

like a ribbon you're tied to me                                                                                            

lost in fantasy                                                                                                                    

lost in fantasy                                                                                                                        

I reach out for your hand, but my breath lingers                                                                                                                  

oh, how I'm growing older, growing weaker                                                                                    

I say I'm fine, all the time, I say I'm fine, I do it all the time                                          

when things get worse and the sky gets dark                                                                  

I'm still riding that same old unholy horse, ungodly spells                                        

dripping from my fingers, I'm waiting with no happy ending                            

waiting for you to come back, but you never answered my prayers                            

you never answered my prayers                                                                        

you never answered my prayers.

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 13th, 2022 18:41
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