You wake up in the sunset
Your lips are stayed with scarlet
I ache with I see fear and it seems so right
Have I found love and long lust?
My heart is cut like broken glass
I’ll die unless the paint will pass my morning light

Your tears are only water
Your breath is hard with hunger
Your touch is like the wind upon the snow
Will it heal me or consume me – I don’t know
I love your angel face, but even more…
I love your devil soul


The darkness sooths your spider’s touch
The shadows hide a bit too much
The starkness of the sea is such attempting sight
This time it’s really ecstasy
It feels like you will die with me
Your crying is that you cannot see beyond the night

You wake up in the sunset
Your lips are stayed with scarlet…