My Flesh Is Yours... Poem by Goar Fredriksen

Shooting stars are
already evaporate,
So, there's no eye to see
how fathomless
dawn slowly slit
throats of the twilight,
only reek of past isthickening
above remains of my last night,
and celestial reef crumble
on my soul as a raining blades,
I can't come in, because
you've closed all the doors,
no matter that avalanche of fog
is overlaying our world,
and your slimy fingers
no matter how many times your slimy
fingers caressed my dormant heart,
thee passion cannot hide thy tears
of fury that intensify your pain,
still your pain is mine,
because my flesh is ready
to be that worthless sacrifice for you,
but deep inside, within me you've died