Chokehold

I feel your tears sting
Through my veins they sing
Like a snail carves it's trail
Your words in my ears ring
Your music a haunting thing
So sweet and sorrowful
And it hurts to think
That you've crawled
In my head and
Poisened my songs

Write
In the steam
Ink deep
In your skin
I trace the words on your arms
With my finger, love
As though I could
Be without a heart

Then it gets dark

I'd cremate my soul
So you could hold it close
And whisper to me
With your fingertips
Your delicate promises
Promise the end as it is
Soft and mellow
And I wanted to speak
But I caught my tounge
And watched
The shadows dance on your wall

Write
In the steam
Ink deep
In your skin
I trace the pattern on your arms
With my finger, love
As though I could
Be without a heart

Then it gets dark

And the hourglass
Drains away
The last grains of sand
Fall like a fable
From your silver tounge
Your touch is my religion
In the fading sun
It hurts
To meet your gaze

Therefore we write
In the stream
Deep as ink
In your tattoos
They spin a tale
Unforgotten on the
Tip of your tongue
And I rehearse
That verse
Like a hymn

I've played my part