Soft whispers tell me all I need to know The powdered blood still lingers on my nails And on my belly crawls a trace of rust As once again the message I carve fails Control is not a state that I ll achieve - Beneath the storms beneath the second skin There lies a faerie kiss a kitten s scream Behind the masks there s only this within Though deeper yet the lightning angels plunge To guide my hand to force each desperate breath Consuming my emotion haloed leech Preventing unannounced a faulty death I ll wait until the world around me s changed To suit my fire while I burn it black In protest of divisions of the blind Who do not see the freedom that they lack Delay another month the trial by will The will to live when all my duty s done Though duty like regret is but a word But for its sake I ll wait to walk the sun There s nothing real here but this tempting ache Beneath the skin worn for propriety To cover such a nudity within That brains are blinded in sobriety Reality is not a state I miss - I cannot miss what I have not yet found No corner set aside for truth of love So in this hollow reason I live bound