Of Sand And Sulfer

Blood Has Been Shed

I know we have been here before

countless times engaged

in an empty embrace

your every word teh touch of satin

everything you do is a cold blade in my ribs

leaving me breathless

suffocating my thoughts



and I am helpless to your beauty

my eyes and woulds are still weeping

let it dry up so I can fly again



biting my tongue in hopes that words

of weakness don't escape

counting the days

counting the moments

to dream of you again

waiting always waiting