Forked And Young

Moon bleeds rust on the altar of my chest Your scent — a confession I never undressed Trace your spine like a rosary of lead Each shiver a psalm where my wild god is fed Your hair — the night that swallowed my prayers Built a dungeon from your winding stairs Every time you breathe — the candles bow Somewhere a wolf tears out a sacred vow Let me drown in the tar of your eyes Where fallen angels harmonize Sold my halo for a single bruise Crawl with me in black cabaret blues You are the wound — that never heals The poison I kiss — with iron zeal In this sweet — pandemonium You are my only — sanctum Let the ravens tear — the crucifix I would rot just to feel your lips Your name — a blade inside my lung Forked and young — I breathe it in Watched you dance on the rim of a dying eclipse Shadows like wine from your fingertips Lock of my pulse inside your locket of bones Read my silence — book of forbidden stones Carve my ribs into a cage for your heart Every scar becomes a work of dark art You whisper my name like a spell that kills the light I obey — slow, deep, every night Let me drown in the tar of your eyes Where fallen angels harmonize Sold my halo for a single bruise Crawl with me in black cabaret blues You are the wound — that never heals The poison I kiss — with iron zeal In this sweet — pandemonium You are my only — sanctum Let the ravens tear — the crucifix I would rot just to feel your lips Your name — a blade inside my lung Forked and young — I breathe it in YOU are the wound — that NEVER heals The poison I kiss — with IRON ZEAL In this SWEET — PANDEMONIUM YOU are my ONLY — SANCTUM Let the ravens TEAR — the crucifix I would ROT just to feel your lips Your NAME — a blade inside my lung FORKED AND YOUNG – I BREATHE IT IN