Beneath the Tissue of My Heart

Plajorize my soul...
...Being everything that your ethereal substance can amount to.
You comfort me
Angel of the Moonlit Shadow
Agent of my Sight.
You masquerade against the chilling Light,
Burning everything with your whip of passion.
Remember your own lust when the other's head lay upon your own; his fingers through your hair.
White wolf to fulfill the demon's book of prophesy...
...Against time, what am I?
I speak only to myself, here.
Understand, as I take in this alcoholic lemonade,
That it helps me see you not more lclearly...but just the same.
Angel of the night; I miss you.
Take me into your dark arms once more.
Curse the world of man.
And forget the other's words.

Clash against the droning of sound
Only a wolf's howl I cannot miss.
Trip over forsaken roots to beyond a swirling chasm.
Lost in empty thoughts...
My face does not change its features...where reality grow ever-dim...
...But underneath...