• The intricacies of a hatred are almost like a kiss


    Hands clenched into fists in my pockets
    As I glide silently through the veins of the city
    With my head down averting my eyes
    Which glow the red shade of blood.

    I've erected a fortress to conceal the emotions
    Of frustration within the sonambulism of the night.

    Restless your body trembles under the sheets
    That rest so gently over your skin
    Acting as a pathetic protection...
    So volatile...

    I place one final kiss upon your cheek
    As you mumble, "Amor vincit omnia"
    From the inner reaches of REM sleep
    Pasted with pastel colors
    Aglow with hesitance.

    We turn and walk away,
    Burn me in your memories
    As I turn,
    As you turn,
    As we all turn our backs
    And stare down at our feet with tears running down our cheeks
    Tumbling down into the wastelands,
    Spinning down into the wastelands.

    Tell me what do you know about love?
    The throes of passion locked in a solitary stare
    Tell me! What do you know about love?
    To love that which remains hidden
    In an icy stare without purpose
    Tell me...
    Tell me...



    (for those who are wondering "Amor vincit omnia" means "Love conquers all" and it is a quote from Virgil)

    (for those who are wondering what a Schemata is, google it, I'm not getting into it)