Melee are the weapons you throw at me

A crystal aura appears as we enter the room

As it surrounds us, all other lights go out

All signs of life exit

Inanimate objects start to open their eyes

See angels fall and where they lie

They lie and make beautiful cries

Cries heard only by blood red skies

Skies of vast and elegant size

Melee are the weapons you throw at me

More piercing than reality

Stealing a sweet sense of insanity

Like drops of water resting on the pedals of a lotus

Not knowing who we are

Our far away minds locked inside an air tight jar

A group of gods gasp

Our bodies bound by loves great clasp

It acts as a rue

Making our love so very true

Hence forth , it is beyond me and you

Suddenly they stop!

Your kiss could never deceive me

More piercing than reality

The weapons you throw at me are always MELEE