Blaspheme

When the mother goes to sleep
I have to close the curtain
When you go to bed with me
I hide below the surface
The enemy with a smoke in his mouth
Disembowelling the cathedrals

If I gave my life for you
That would make of me
A liar
So even as I die with you
Your lies make you a crier
Did we really have to go
This far
To show our love
Would gods cease to wonder
Just why
They could not create our fire

© 2006, Mosquitobyte