Over My Balcony

Over my balcony, I've got Soma for you 

Where I light the wick of my pen with your touch 

Flow waves of my tears as I show how I would like to be loved 

The moonlit prose blooms jasmines, and 

jumps over to reach the lines of a ruled paper. 

They hang from the emptiness that is my heart 

Over my balcony, I've got Erato for you 

She looms the thread and spins it as the ink 

She trails my dreams and reads them disguised from the byline 

Nothing sweeter than the truth of poetry

And nothing bitter than the con of all things worldly 

How at last, when the light is killed I look for words between the lines 

And when at last the moment dies it's because of your smile 

I've got Orpheus's last wish living in my chest

Soaked in wine and blood and the beat to unite 

The poking cage is the world of the dead and every breath is the ring to turn back 

The drum beats as long as I, He's trapped in the tortuous trade 

His fate is butchered so he relives his memory again 

There is no god to pull strings, I let him intake all the poison from me 

He ingests the seeds of pomegranate that sprouts from my synapse 

The rain seeps and the lovers coalesce

Over my balcony, I've got a potion for you

Which I've hollowed from my truest reflections

Blended with the music of my eyes 

Kissed it with the lines I hide in the dark 

Got the worst parts of me added up to mark 

Nothing brews better than a rotten heart 

As putrid as it might be, it is me after all

I put out the fire and take away the moth's last desire 

I leave it to you and you pour me all in 

You partake in the ritual as if it's the most delicate sin 

-Rippul