| I can see let me through your skin |
| When you hold it up against the light |
| Please don’t blame it on the moon again |
| Pleasures navigate the night |
| Stretched like a yawn and gaping |
| Greet me with the coming dawn |
| Treasures I can’t stop escaping |
| Frisky little thunderstorm |
| Spread my bed and punish me |
| Torment me with your sorrow |
| Lacerate me, lacerate me |
| Don’t try and mask your sores |
| Engulf me in a siege of flesh |
| You draw a gun, you open doors |
| Beckoning a violent death |
| I’m afraid you’re not |
| I trust your feelings are oh so right |
| Our friend insomnia has many lines to write tonight |
| I fail I lapse into this style |
| When I grapple with your smile |
| I hash attempts to reconcile |
| When I grapple with that smile |
| Take me in your scarlet hands |
| And bless me with your vorpal sword |
| Such a delicious arrival makes for |
| Such a bitter sweet concord |
| Your face is wracked with tiny aches |
| Remnants of tomorrows schemes |
| Still until the dazzle breaks sleep |
| And catch the thread of dreams |