Chilled hands gropethe drunken vessel
Marbel fangs clench for lingering drops
A muted gasp from the moon marks the time
As the cracked cobblestones catch your fallen feast
The weeping silence shedders your soul
While you wrap yourself in the torch's dim cloak
Ecstacy embraces desire in your gaze
And pleasure kisses the lips of your bloody smile
The world fondless your musical laughter
As a child would his shattered toy
And your shadow stifles a sound so profund
Earths heart forgets to beat
An artist in death your smile,
Your dark canvas echoes in the dark
I pray crimson be your paint
Cover me,my lover,your pallet.
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