the crimson saints are singing
painting sins upon their knees
confessing your name to all
you made me your dirty queen
but your testimony left me dry
no iron cross can protect me now
your faerie bread gone to dust
rouge my lips with your wine
unsought thirst for redemption
begged baptism to wash you off
your faith lay between the sheets
while I was hanging from crosses
how’s your mother now, sister? did she
call you home?
I saw you in quarantine
catch me a garden
through your keyhole scared of colour
it’s an open door you’re kept inside, hurry I’m coming for you
there’s a bridge
I’d like to jump
would you miss me?
the water calls
murky and deep
forget to swim
two pale swans
on the surface
I am below
why call to me again?
wake me from my slumber
I was dreaming of you
though I shouldn’t
when the other option
is nightmares of death
I’d rather you steal by
though I shouldn’t
I’m told to hate you
and not to forgive
then I’d let you win
though I shouldn’t
I want to forget us
to sleep without fear
of my memories waking
though I shouldn’t
with your ugly vanity
admirer of no heart
unusual, you say but
my belief is seldom
accostomed to pity
your ghosts haunt me
but follow you to the bus
books fall open by them
useless with knowledge
rusting your truths
arrows will slay Cupid
pathetic spectre fades
you love your jealousy
guarded righteousness
please don’t lie to me
your bare cruelty fails
burned by your mirror
call me your other name
I will not answer again
fallen from your pride
scratch my tongue and hear my song
fall beside me with your laughing eyes
there’s spaces in my head you can’t fill
not even your ghosts can find the corners
please play a part in my love forever
my life follows after the shadowing sun
like a flower blooming ever outwards
I climb landscapes of words and music
tangling myself into what you used to be
lost forever is the conviction of time
your name is pounding through my ears
it slips between my lips and I taste you
meaningless notes are torn from the soul
our pores bleeding joy in lieu of hope
you stain my heart with your good cheer
concrete heart
with these stolen shoes
something I forgot to say
a modern mess of truth
just dying to believe in
wooden gods that crucify
hang me from your tree
so turn me away
I’m still made of stone
like the gods you’ve denied
could you still love me
though I am cold and gray
I could be your gravestone
will you lay under me?
author of music and minstrel of words
insufficient love with which to woo
to which paper saint will you pray?
grand adventure stole you from me
though you will not be my gravest sin
confession stays silent before you
I’m too convoluted, it’s too thick
choking on the words I’ll never say
wait, I’ll touch you in a moment
unless your courage bests me first
your fairest dream became my enemy
when eyes opened to faith decayed
someone see the light behind these lies
when your effort is not worth my time
your skin is moonlight and sun your crown
touch me not for I am merely divine
nothing to stand in your perceived valor
my temple was defiled by the paladin
sacrificed at my own altar for beauty
could knighted prince save fallen god
with her chosen desecration of truth
tongue cut out to fill the peace
stars blind from night’s filmy vision
the king stares at her castle, cold stone
and sir knight lacks heart to pray
violent medicine of my deity soul
faded from worship stolen by thought
the jester signs the cross two three
blessing the fallen one from tears
adolations from another kind of love
sanctity given as I crawl from mud
the god of spring never dies eternal
sky blood paints my face in tribal mask
white knight claims black king’s bishop?
not tonight for she is still towering
my green divinity cries in empty desire
no slaughtered sheep to stain my hands
uneven clots of sin
my dearest body
you hurt like blood
flowing down thighs
crimson on the snow
but no princess here
emotion’s victim
I cry out to you
words we don’t know
can you climb my tower?
penetrate the stone
is it still winter?