Games We Play.

[rewiiired]

Stretch my hands through the ether
to touch your skin again,
hear your voice reverberating
through my wounded soul as I
try to see behind the eyes
shimmering in the light cast by
the candles by the mirror just passed
the foot of your bed.

And I promised myself I wouldn't visit here again.
Leave well enough alone, stop casting coins and wishing.
Stop the solitary rhythm, attempts at mystic pushing.
But if there's no gray after all, I need the oscillating.

To hell with my solemn vows to myself.
To hell with better judgment, to hell.
I fucking miss you.

Trying to watch you, keep you blinded,
seeing you watching me, trying
to keep me blinded.

Fucked up as hell, these games we play.

Ethics out the door, I fixate here in the rhythm,
utilizing a bond far stronger than
paranormal bridges I've crossed of late.
This transmission should take nothing at all;
far less than the passion I imbue it with.

Stretching my hands cross the ether,
faith deep in our always, I sever the never.
Sweat stinging my mind, bloodshot third eye
widens further to take me away.

Fucked up as hell, these fucking games we play.

 

[colicolo]

this is beautiful, it casts a vivid and intense spell.