Black
Black eyes, black lips, black nails.
We’re dancing a slow dance.
Kiss of ash, my tongue fails,
at the sharp blade of romance
Tongue of ash catches dropfrom sharp and bloody steel.
We’ve danced too long to ever stop,
it’s time for a broken mind to heal.
Black stare could shatter stone.
Black knife rests - white body prone.
Dark angels watch the play below
Black soul wants to die young,
Black lips smile when dark tonguetastes
the wine from your kind
Crimson tongue catches dropfrom nails
like razorbladesthe dance is done,
the game is wonit’s time
for a broken heart to feel