You punched a hole in the sun, I’m flat on my back
your heart is black from all the coal, you’re a smokestack
let me hold your features in my infinitesimal hands,
you’re all angles and bones in my arms, a slack face with a protruding jaw line
I spend hours tracing this outline, these sunken in cheeks are mine
I love the way you paint my canvas skin
A shadowed silhouette passing by in front of my eyes, Swimming Eyes
locked up for years in a measure of mind
some times i check that i'm still breathing, most of the time i hope i'm only dreaming
you are the ghost that I can not scare
