Emptiness has a taste
it's bittersweet
touch indirescent pale features
they could be blank
emotionless but that would be impossible.
At night I swing on stars and kiss moonlight shimmers
on the peaks of clouds

and the snowcapped mountains.
I hold the baby in my arms
The baby with all the answers
Do you have my answer?
I've been waiting so long
To slip on my ruby shoes and dance to your song
But no one reaches the fatal connection
Electricity isn't catered for in my area
The deep dark abyss that is my soul
No one can touch it it's.scratchy.white.snow
It feels like everytime I put myself on the slippery ledge
I'm liscensed to fall.


Will you catch me?


(When your body is a saint and your heart is a whore.)