The Fierce and the Longing

I keep crouching in remnants of him Of your memory laying all folded in remnants of mine To carve deep enough to see your neck's open pulse I take whatever it gives Your youth, I take whatever it gives Am I the last, am I the one? Until you speak it

These dreams are lucid baby They hurt in every joint and bone The scene shifts, we drift into colours I fold maps, just wishing to hold you close And the city is so asleep and the body is awake (...) (And it's all nice, begin clean nights - and shado