Bliss

Melancholic bliss my darling, we sing it well -
our heart beats like wrecking balls in every swing,
we chew on this fat till gristle and bone,
melancholic bliss my darling, we live it well,
feasting on dreams like living on water.

Melancholic bliss my darling, we chose it well;
too fragile, too unable to do anything else,
we hold our pulses to the gods, hoping for answers,
melancholic bliss my darling, we do it well,
like oil and water darling, waiting for fire.
Dreams, dreams my darling, waiting for fire.
Melancholic bliss my darling,
that soothing,
soothing.
fire.