Tenderness and cruelty
that perfects itself
on my innocence
and the first shivers
of dawn,
embraces my heart
The sweet law of men
we make from kisses
Of seeing
through the noise
i breathe in
Of mans heart in mine
are no longer real to me
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Tenderness and cruelty
that perfects itself
on my innocence
and the first shivers
of dawn,
embraces my heart
The sweet law of men
we make from kisses
Of seeing
through the noise
i breathe in
Of mans heart in mine
are no longer real to me