In alta lume.

[DeDal N.]

A kiss of two places

A sea of blood appeared before my sight,
The second time your hunting has begun
And I've tried to get out but you might
Steal my dark red colour when you're done.

You cut and slice a way through flesh and bone
To take away the life they never had.
So bathe me in the hope you know they've thrown
And wash away my mind, to turn me mad.

Your fingers tend to slip in open cracks
To rip apart the apex of one's sight,
So eyes will cry a life put on your tracks
Between the clear embraces of your night.

The first one took me slightly by surprise,
A sleek embrace of language and desire.
It was the first step towards my demise
But enough to put out a minds fire.

My future is now inlaid with your name
When I try to render all those looks,
So I'll know just how to play the game
Without seeking answer in your books.