Enter The Albatross

Innate fear of social change
Calm this hostility, we are here for love
Yet we need more than a heart
To sate the taste of a tapered candle
The wax on our skin, but we are here for love

Iron clad we walk our oceans
Set off the charge
Breach the hull, once more
For the kill, brine rushes in
A new home for your corpse
Sealed, now Utah screams for me
But the only hope I know
The only sign of safety, is your body
To lay within your arms
The beat of your lungs
Rattles my spine, this is love

Thesaurus, in the thorax
A bird overhead
Sense is an illusion
Coherent thought is overrated
A cliché, to allow interpretation
An inferno eviscerates the fear of our lust
But we no longer care
Your body, this is love


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