You are my perfect kind of psycho
the twitch of your upper lip,
the focused gaze on me,
my clothes are soaked
the sweat drips,
your words sing a devine ode
about my body and mind,
about fingers entwined
our minutes per heart beats
devided by fear
tells us in signs,
our EKG:s will never align

We are criminals, murderers of time
when our empty skins
awaken the memory of a long lost lust
a century behind
these knifes, lies, trust issues and smiles,
whispers;
you will echo forever in my eyes.