Cryokinetix (Winter Londonland)

Drift upon the ocean
To slumber on the sand
Souls who fly as amber leaves
Taking destiny by hand
Manifested freedom
Willing matters of opinion
As convicts of our own
Self appointed mortality
We fly the sky
Our minds kiss
Eyes fuck
As I
Caress your mouth
Hot breath
Sweet lips
Sweat drips and
You come
To me in another existance...
Beyond these walls the city sleeps
Still
Silent
Covered in diamonds
We lust for modesty as our fingers
Touch
Heaven
Before falling back into the atmosphere
Of early morning sunrise
Stumble upon the morning's dreams
As crystals in our wake
We are toys of our own affliction
~twisted~