ITS HARD LOVING A FUCKING GHOST ---- WHISKEY FOR WITHOUT TWO

Made me trade my life on your skin
breathe in the musky sin
leave the traces from these lips
dangling shadow kisses
fleeing near misses 
scented the marble stones 
this echo returned beaten and floored
threats reaped like summer corn
eaten nights given to other appetites
love you used to strangle my futures melancholic musical score
threw me the hidden myths-
choked the reasons to exist
whiskey drained into a rivers sip

In the Spectre and holy corners
waited noose and counted pill
moist encounters 
basic thrill
games in midnight church yard scenes
tattoo inside the frail arteries pulse
waking in another insane breaking belief
lost under torture and lost in boring frame

Valhalla hides behind my cowardly hand
ive collected the years dust
just so i can write once again

what vacant expression you kidnapped while i turned 
traced words exhale in the winters doubted frost
not in capture would you love
deaths freedom forced against that china pale raven flesh

seated on so many borrowed thrones
praying this creeping saint drowns beside a rescued orphan age

love
cracked in fortunes coffee cup
treated in smoke filled rock/roll tombs
ripped leather creases in soaked wooden floors
love
Ghostly dawns i have worn 
electronic squares of light
prisons of caught incident

i miss you x