I starve for that hot ice you call love;
my blood, warm to the touch as it escapes my wounds
your kiss of death reminds me of heaven.
The fire between my thighs
you can touch without getting burned
The battle for your love
with the flag of my heart waving through the air
the screams and gasps as I pass every demon grabbing at my legs.
I see you in the distance
smiling, upon your white horse
armour of brimstone and glass.
I run through the field– dirt flying all around me
Just to taste the lips upon your face.
Your eyes burn me; mark my skin with the sign of eternity
Forever yours, even if I claw at the chains around my wrist.
The demons pull at the shackles around my ankles
I drag them with me through the mud of quicksand.
You stand with your sword in hand; the sun glowing behind your back
The sweat of my love rolling down my face
the chains burning across my shoulders;
buried deep with pieces of flesh
Just to kiss the lips upon your face.
The world of Hate and Darkness
but your eyes shine bright
like the death of a thousand stars.
I swim through the sand watching you
with your White horse in hand.
Halfway there, you let your horse go
I reach you and you lift me to my feet
I embrace you as the sigh of relief escapes my dry throat
You touch my chain marks. I look behind you;
Hooks pierced through the skin of your back
chained to the ground of sadness.
The last steel hook in the middle of your back
with tears down the line of your smile
you attach my chain…