Black and Blue

Monster Machine - Daniel's tumblr

Weeping sky and gypsy bed,
Over streets of all unsaid,
A broken window to a cage,
The emperor of empty page.

You scream anthem to the night,
Out across the moon wet plight,
Vaulting over souls of stone,
Who wait for war and wait alone.

The book we wrote was fast asleep,
I tore that song,
I trampled love,
With dirty little feet.

Wading through the cruel debris,
A blind girl whispers to the sea,
On good ships built of dream and bone,
To sail these shadows of the throne.

Waves will strike the naked day,
I will grieve and look away,
When even good is venom too,
Between the ghost and church of you.

The book we stole was fast asleep,
I tore that song,
I trampled love,
With dirty little feet.

She will steal the mirror mist,
Marching over every kiss,
In every room a savage space,
Where thank you fled with my disgrace.

My hands stained with barren truth, 
As sand will fall from royal youth,
Bent beneath that troubled globe,
A prisoner in judge’s robe.  

The book we read was fast asleep,
 I tore that song, 
I trampled love,
With dirty little feet. 

Fools will stand in flaming rain,
With open palms on open plains,
As traitors wait with branded brow,
To ravage all and kiss the now.

We’ll play dress up Queens and Kings,
We’ll wage war with diamond rings,
We will carry stone and sling,
We will silence everything.

The book we burned was fast asleep,
I tore that song, 
I trampled love.