I hold you on my chest
like a burning silver cross
/I'm holding my breath
your tongue on my chest/
like a burning silver cross
red light crests the moons...crest
like a burning silver cross
a nest of birds under your breasts
like a burning silver cross
the viola tinted lune
like a burning silver cross
a violet flower blooms in my hands
like a burning silver cross
you lick your bleeding lips
like a burning silver cross
your shine is the frostbitten road
like a burning silver cross
spider-webbing street lights
like a burning silver cross
when we touch,
pain and suffering paints us bright
like a burning silver cross
Look
A vampire's dying from it's light
and he burns
and he dies
don't put that stake through his hearth
stab him right in his eyes
Like Oidipus, I/You realized
