My Fruit Psychobells... A Seed Combustible

NEVER once he knew what war
I keep the hour vicious
Used my body to fatten his voice
Our eyes weakened under drippings
Look to the south for your muse, she's there
Eggs in five palaces looming
Embrace her, replace her heart
Kiss her, change your life
Kiss her. change your life
Such a bleak desire
To have you with me when I die
In hymnance of my leaden veins
I smell your blood each night

He beckons from across the languid room
Eyes wild, like oceans caught up and glittering.
Everything 'comes all dark, save those embers that burn right through my quaking soul!
The old man is frightened and waiting to die.
She looks on from her Lunar perch and laughs:

"One sip from this cup of steaming wine, and then you dream!"

No more, now is night. Poison!
They all sing to me,
stars in their brightness…
and young.
Singing in golden cages rough-hewn by some dead race.
I saw in one room a CANDLE, and in another a votive WREATH.
Which shall crucify me?
Which shall resurrect me?
Rain from her mouth doth heal.
Let it run through me!
I kiss her silken lips and breasts that heave with passion e'er growing!
We couched below the flowers dead,
and gave new life to them.
No! Not in this place.
By starlight He'll come to devour us all!
Through terrors, He'll rise to hurt us!

The waves speak quietly to me
When the tempest sleeps deep beneath.
I wish that I could give to you
The sun before it weds the west.
My tears mingle soft with the sea
Though I dream that you could taste them.
Lay with me our bridal bed
Dance a moonlit path thereon
Lay with me above the dead
That drift with tides kiss upon.
My undine beauty, thou hast seen
The coral kingdoms, silence, peace
The moon and stars I would forsake
To gaze into thy starry eyes
The azure sky seems not so deep
As azure oceans, amidst sleep.