Monday, February 8, 2016

I feel way too good for this to be the end



My Mum Asked If I Met Anyone

The hungry personification of passion and pain
At times, I can keep the two separate

I’m either a vampire draining your supply
Taking what I want from your heart
Because immortality doesn’t have to mean
Dying anymore
We can live forever
Long as I can waste your time
In this happy house
My word is bond
So it’s a promise when I say
You are not my world

Convert

Another werewolf ripping your throat
Out with my teeth
Tame Impala’s playing out the back
So you let it happen to feel in tune with this enveloping chaos of touch, taste, maybe some tongue
I’m anybody but me
Nervous to the prospect of letting you reside where everyone else died
A graveyard, a holocaust, a legion of hidden affection
Covered under
The world that never was

Heroine, your tongue or love sharp as Excalibur in my expectations
I hear you I swear I hear you More than most before
Dear Jane, you can earn better

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Later Days, Longer Nights

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