Christopher Holman

The Ramparts Of Romance

I stand on the edge of reality, basking in your desire
the longing of out-stretched palms scrape my flesh
'romance is dead' they say, however we contradict them
bare not the scars of desire, carry my heart
I trust you with such a fragile grip

Tear not on my sanity, I fear the worst always
Do you not hear the screams of the damned?
They forsake our union
nothing is safe from your filthy god
do not struggle, I will breathe again

Dragging me down, currents of passion fail with grace
where is my savior? His disciples destroy me
What is this cancer? ...