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I miss you, my Secret.
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The Initiation Two beshadowed figures hop a wrought iron fence, Landing in the courtyard of a cathedral immense A tight embrace and quick kiss against the metal A breaking and crunching as dead leaves unsettle Dashing across the open space, the wind in your hair We stop and your breath's in my ear like a prayer. A crowbar and chisel later, I pry open the gate, and the inside is perfect, we were drawn here by fate. A layer of dust on the floor betrays the years, the ages, since anybody's been here I pick you up and carry you past the pews And lay you on the altar for me to use and abuse Half-melted ancient candles now blaze with light, As nothing but you and I fill up the night. Your tongue in my ear, the only Word we need, Your nails draw my blood, and mix with your screams, A perfect sacrifice to our dark desires, and me inside you, our profane communion. You are my sun, and I your moon; I am no more than a pale reflection of you. But together, we are whole. We are complete, a cult of two; we need no one more. | The Excommunication Two solitary figures sit behind a decaying iron fence, Staring at the courtyard of a cathedral's pretense And time erased, a deep abyss of faded metal A breaking and crunching as dead memories settle Thinking across our years and words on the air We stop and our death's on my mind in despair. A month of silence and a letter too late, I knew this was coming, We were thrown here by fate. A deceptive facade that betrays the tears, the stages since hiatus once again nears We pick ourselves up and carry on with life And lay sleepless in bed wallowing strife Soft-spoken ancient promises now fade in the light, As you try to tell yourself it will all be alright. Anathema of revenge, inception of deed, Your words tear my soul, and condemn our creed This time imperfect and so strange I remember you, this song's absolution. You are my star, and I your night; I am no more than our sacrificial rite. But severed, we are impure. We are endlessly searching; for we will always need more. |
You surround yourself with art and music and are constantly driven to express yourself. You often daydream. You prefer honesty in your relationships and believe strongly in your personal morals. |
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