twin skeletons
in their eternal dream
washed in the blood
of our saints in suicide
crash upon
my skin so rough to cut
bit like a peach
cream of the summer
our cherries are bitter
tastes of passion
corrupting sweet beliefs
lord of the call
words we'll never
speak to the choir
bones and all
no more parties
moon in the sky
dark martyr
kingdom of sleep
please be true to us
glow of the skin
bullets in your mouth
spit tricks
make me see
walk on the glass
beach house orgasm
suck on me
blood tell blood
knocked out teeth
girls with hope
nothing
don't you know it
i made you a memory
kissed your cheeks
met you in the dark
alone and away
something about aeroplanes
dead lights
wish we were alone
until we sleep
twin skeletons
i called out to you
my tongue bled
you are next to me
we made music
our love symphony
soft sweet
sense out the window
waltz with no sound
dream to drown
clip through the bed
wake again
i hollowed out my piano
so we can rest
tonight, a truce
all of you