That Night Iii: Writings From the Heart

A dream, in incubus it came to me Like ink on paper it showed so bright Contrasting life and death, day and night Brought with the last tear shed Screaming those bloody words "It won't work, you'll get hurt again" The fragile clishe i broke again Painting my nails black with bruises To prove that it's all for hope and love But once again I beat the system To be whole once more I let her in Melting in the eyes of beauty and sin Quivering with every move she made And living one breath at a time To anxiouosly await the next meet Of our eyes and hands for moments coming