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 drop

from 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 tongue

tastes the wine from your kind

Crimson tongue catches drop

from nails like razorblades

the dance is done, the game is won

it’s time for a broken heart to feel