i've given up chasing cloudless skys in desperation
just to reach out and get first glimpse of another burning star
in hopes that dust will fall upon my heart
and set us on fire


it is the act of my own damnation
as my desire perspires
just in time for my own inhibitions to fade out
amidst the hollowness of late afternoons
and sugarcoated knives
held behind the backs of dreams


i crave the the only thing ive ever wanted
some freedom from this affliction
that i have been chastised by

but i know God still frowns
at the work of the demons and i


and ive detroyed the nerve-endings that connect
my filthy self to these dirtied wings
as i cry out for vindication

i shall never feel the wind in my hair again