A Longing To Be

Lurking beneath beds older then the rags of history A smile buried beneath bridges where sunshine makes rainbows And somewhere deep is a chaos is the truth pointlessly burried over and again with reakless intensity A frightening spectle of endless new acts of forgetting An impossible tomb set up to play funearal games A sad singing Warped longing to continue A continuos replication of emptiness Becoming that which cannot be swallowing an army of poisoned swords Dancing to the music of a pindrop A scream New birth sleeping through time in dying arms Still desperately trying to pretend A stranger stranded in a perpetual strangeness Caught in the act of a heartbeat thats blood is the unfolding of endless life Naked in space the unbearable unclothed mystery for the moment becomes the cause of a mad celebration A festival of breath A slaughter of seconds Riding the disease ill go out ing