In my heavenly cage
There lies formless desire
A divine eye
In my cage of flesh
My heart and body pressed to yours
My finger over your lips
I breathlessly whisper the eternal truth
And the same lie
The heart slowing
The cold is like a falling sleep
At first, a soft embrace
Winter’s kiss is death
And its love, an eternal prison
Behind the harlot’s painted face
Within the depths of those cynical, tired eyes
There lies a painfully immortal grace
Subdued by pensive sighs
A silent resolve, never to release
The faith that divine sorrow
Will never cease
And the promise that the night will come after every morrow
The soul knows not, what the heart know with every beat
That what never was, can never suffer defeat
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