Morbid Wine
You scream in silence
And condemn me to a profane dream
You glorify my scars, and paint me in a blue symphony
On a learner’s feather you tell me homicide
Twinkles do these bats that flutter at my night eye
Lucid whispers hidden in the cracks of walls
Fragile waters that taste so vile on a beauty’s tongue
The black sun will grant showers on a crow’s wing
In the hands of a broken child lies the glow of a dark light
Yes my heart does know the burden of a heavy romance
Such streams of madness that plague my waking hours
In such this music you cannot make me an actor
Must I dwell in the arms of such a resolution?
While your halo drips it’s black sweat
Let this dark child drink his morbid wine
As this fragile lullaby helps you close your eyes tonight.
By Camille Tambe
You scream in silence
And condemn me to a profane dream
You glorify my scars, and paint me in a blue symphony
On a learner’s feather you tell me homicide
Twinkles do these bats that flutter at my night eye
Lucid whispers hidden in the cracks of walls
Fragile waters that taste so vile on a beauty’s tongue
The black sun will grant showers on a crow’s wing
In the hands of a broken child lies the glow of a dark light
Yes my heart does know the burden of a heavy romance
Such streams of madness that plague my waking hours
In such this music you cannot make me an actor
Must I dwell in the arms of such a resolution?
While your halo drips it’s black sweat
Let this dark child drink his morbid wine
As this fragile lullaby helps you close your eyes tonight.
By Camille Tambe
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