Believe


Poetry like Spring frost bleeds into Summer alone
Remembering what has been irreparably lost
In a vision unseen of tomorrow gone too soon
Give me that love that never questions my word
If only to write epitaphs to stale memories
Lying unyielding in an ancient sepulcher
I remain alive
Dead to the world
Awaiting resurrection by full moon blood red
Breathing new life into yesterday with a razor sharp kiss
I have the infinite power
Metallic ecstasy flooding to the tongue
As hungry lips embrace and eyes open to view the future passed
Once again bodies locked in deadly orgasmic battle
Passion and warfare
Never dies in hearts so true
Paradise awaits
As forever reigns to the madman
It is only if you believe
It so.