what you meant to me...

feelings were made to suffer  
after all we are humans  
i am a martyr of your existence  
waiting for crumbs...  
 
Passion has overthrown me  
giving me an artificial sense of power  
a pale smile  
a patched hope...  
 
feminine pulchritude  
sweet and bitter potion  
the dawn glides in the lining of your skin  
and i await as a dry leaf for the wind  
 
how can i fight this moment  
if man lies in the woman's womb to love  
to be caught by your deity  
to rest inside of you...  
 
i live in the corner of reality  
where a glimpse of those two suns burn the soul
and the touch of your hands heal me  
where we die  
 
i exhale my love for you  
my body decays when i see you  
when i breathe  
when i breathe  
 
when i walk away...  
 
                        (If only i could tell you...)