The ball of fire did not really drown in the sea, and the river flowed its secrets upwards, the tarts were at the red sea mining and fishing for gold while they went blind, a naked guilt passed from Father to Son
In each other's arms the lovers died like a life lived with stones drowing in the fate of the sea, tongues never moving just enough, unalterable and invincible, like lessons of grammar and idioms taught from a Father to Son
Making haste she reaches for the Stars and comes tumbling down like the Rain but he wont taste her till she comes undone, let the town be glistenned by her tears, but a lesson will be taught by a Father to a Son
The hole in the Holy Scriptures, the hole in the Sun, the hole in the Black, the hole in his Heart, the gods betray his plans for melancholy, coronate him with a Crown along with a haunting Castle from Father to Son
He tried to hide the blackness by the facade of the white of his teeth, but the black of his eyes betrayed him without a dime of a mercy that a father worked hard for his son, from Father for his Son
Take my hand, she tells him, and he remained to be deaf, for, he was still racing to Breathe, Love will only come later, like some serious casual affair, it will be on a grave soon, but her perseverance reminded him the Dedication of a Father to a Son
The man turned back, and another came with a tattered, came kissing her skin, but she refused the crumbs from a man hungrier than her, the cost of honesty was paid but never counted, taming the promise of wrath of a Father to a Son
He went fishing for pearls and came up with the mermaid he could not love, he'd still keep kissing the tears that would forever come, the certainity of knowing what won't stay forever, a goodbye never told, with love from Father to a Son.
In the name of desire, he sinned, in the name of love he sinned, in the name of lust he sinned, and in the name of sin, he confessed and remembered his only chance with god, a blind faith that descended from a Father to a Son
He created the symphony of darkness and music, flesh and fire and wait for a sinner to pass by the dark alleys, tempting her and then being her god, like some hero would be a Father to his Son
A crime will suffice for a raven to come and sing of a love lost, love never gained and the follies of gods, and humans, what does it take to be a machine if there was nothing cruelly sacred, a compromise of a life over death, by a Father to a Son
He asks to cry a little more, for her tears inspire him to create some thing more colorful and meaningful like a muse posing her emotions, some tasks that need to be done without calculation, the ease of a sostenuto created by a Father to a Son
