Intangeable

Go, slimber like the little children safe in their beds...

In hopes of the Sandman to come

And give the delerious kiss of all the dreamers

The memories stain the veils of all the harlots

All the children with broken dreams

Of young brides left to weep

Over their dead grooms

It comes like a plague, a black, eternal death

It starts with a shake, then all you see are stars

Then the cutting like a knife

Love is taking over their bodies

The fears of all the years fill the liquid sky

I sit at the table with all my past selves

And think about the hiss, the kiss of alls forgotten