I rushed the river of belief
Scooped a palm full
Washed my mouth
To call her name

On the outside
I shared my skin with some sun
Stretching blank canvas sheets like Picasso
To drag her imaginary fingers on it
Drawing with liquified pain landscapes from heaven
leaving me to cure alone
Under the 3 p.m. Sun

On the inside
I was hiding in a nameless shack
I named it Melancholy gray
An omen of what's to come
Hoping for better days
If she came to me
Juice from her lips is all I needed
For a rush of blood to the vines
Nourishing purpose to my infant lyrics

Juice stagnated in her head
Must be stirred not shaken
Sinking her dagger teeth in me
For the perfect dose.
let it flow let me feel it
Coming back again.
It's the charged current
Stinging the flesh
That lays us down, focused
Drunk & oblivious to the outside

With all I have left, I rise
I rush again to the river of belief
Crossing the threshold of pain
That's lying on the side
Just like me once before
Scooped a palm-full
Washed my mouth
To call her name
Elcee