Limbs of a Stare

garden of seeds lost, ashen spirits embrace me in pain
Like scars that shed the plague of flames, my thirst awakes

Aceless to my feelings, inimicial to my pulse, like disease
Sand in my eyes, I am hiding from pleasure, yearning for breeze
Draw my bare tears from this melody now that I can't flee
Take refuge in me or vanish, my beauty, bring or tear the silk

To weave the drops of passion or strike the winds of misfortune
Mourning I stand, my senses in abyss, under skies of torture

Devour my womb, these obscure roots
Release my dying touch, unchain me from my doom
I an crawling to feel desire
To shape your [bad word] and fire
Crawling towards you, with the limbs of a stare

To dream a leaf without it's tree, to follow it's silence
I hear no sense, but a scream of lips and sighs in vastness

thirteenth shadow in my nightmare you [bad word] 
And it's you in every rain, in every ballet and sun
Within my nest I bleed [bad word] of eves, hollow heart
Slave to this blessed state which sends my dreams afar

Bear witness to my memories of flesh that will never rise
The dice of desperation reveals a black rose lays on my mind

Devour my womb, these obscure roots
Release my dying touch, unchain me from my doom
I am prowling to feel desire
To yield to bounds and pyres
Crawling towards you, with the limbs of a stare...

thirteenth shadow in my nightmare you [bad word] 
And it's you in every rain, in every ballet and sun
Within my nest I bleed [bad word] of eves, hollow heart
Slave to this blessed state which sends my dreams afar