i twist in oasis
to turn pages in certain angles
i begin to be, just to find time to–
burn men in edges of sin
lick the tips of their necks
to taste the pain i play in dangers at night
spinning in emotion of darkened masochism
i break windows to see holograms
different angles in deepened motions
you were a gold mine and i danced on your fault lines
drinking white wine, making the fault all mine
i dance in havoc like that time in venice
when your fingers stroke my spine
felt like we were intertwined in damp power lines
i touched your mind
the rhyme was ill timed
like your tongue on my neck
i felt it again
twists in bits in sins i play with
the back of your head in shadows at night
looking to follow forth but too dark to see it
 
you left a mark
yet i played it
you felt too much
i barely felt it
you cried at night
i’d lie if i said i didn’t
yet you dance in moments
to remember them
your face is engraved in the darkest of sin
i’ll always remember how you said it
a dire moment stolen before it was spoken