When my voice cannot reach you
And neither sympathy, nor vengeance nor
love
Will move you
I cannot give you hope
Nor can I fix all the things you
broke
Fragile were the shapes we crafted
Fragile were the shapes we crafted
Yet as they fell from us; imprecise
We knew that they were wrought of light
Fragments of long lost paradise
When a fetus festers in your belly
And neither loneliness, nor abandonment
nor lies
Will make you angry
I cannot give you hope
Nor I can fix all the things you
broke
Under our skin roamed beasts and noise
Under our skin roamed beasts and noise
Yet as they devoured one another;
remorseless
I knew they wouldn't mar the silk of
your skin
Your canvas, your frame remains ever blameless
Your canvas, your frame remains ever blameless
When my eyes no longer pierce you
And neither clarity, nor numbness nor
beauty
Will give dreams to you
I cannot give you hope
Nor can I can fix all the things you
broke
Ceaseless are my thoughts of the vapor
Yet as it curls around my toes;
indistinguishable
I know it won't obscure your eyes or
the mouth that spits
It pools the lifeblood from me into a
fist made dull
When my touch no longer warms you
And neither romance, nor tragedy nor
laughter
Will come from you
I cannot give you hope
Nor can I can fix all the thing you
broke
Kinetic are the words that spread
between us
Yet as they form from chains to walls;
impenetrable
We know that we will never see one
another again
So you wrote my name inside the pages
of your bible
When my fingers no longer grip you
And neither pain, nor sparks nor glass
Will draw blood from you
I cannot give you hope
Nor can I fix all the things you broke
Meaningless are the symbols etched in
your skin
Yet as the twist and connect;
indecipherable
You know they form names I will never
know
So you trickle saliva over me bearing
the unbearable
When my thoughts cannot find you
And neither glory, nor lust nor
friendship
Will excite you
I cannot give you hope
Nor can I fix all the things you broke
Immaculate are the phantoms that haunt
me
Yet as they dance and slide into the
night; unfathomable
I know they twist the moonlight just to
make me laugh
Everyone wants to be loved, even these
fallen angels
When my tongue cannot taste you
And neither gore, nor salt water nor
tears
Will scrub you clean
I cannot give you hope
Nor can I fix all the things you broke
Revolutionary are these scabs covering
me
Yet as they blister and ooze seeping
filth; unquenchable
You know that this disease too will die
with me
And your breast forever shall be
adorned with my skull
When my feet cannot run to you
And neither fatigue, nor fright nor
fury
Will make you pant
I cannot give you hope
Nor can I fix all the things you broke
Iridescent are the eyes set into your
skull
Yet as they twinkle and burn;
unconquerable
I know you will lend me a hand when the
night grows long
And for all this my heart and scalp
remain bestial
When my arms no longer hold you
And neither my lips, nor my words nor
my hands
Will comfort you
I cannot give you hope
Nor can I fix all the things you broke
