It's dangerous
Finding substitutes for love...

Honesty is vulnerable
To be open to those eyes...

You fluttered, silk and black
Green shimmering across your wings...

Spinning years consume the air
And age comes creeping to my bed...

(possible trigger warning)
It used to be I didn't sleep...

In my bones I'll carve a tale of your sweet ichor
Who told you that desire could be tamed...

It curls its mitts around my throat
And threads its doubts into my veins...

The edge of the world is close to my house
I go there on walks quite often...

Water dribbles past the icy sheath
and pummels sandstone with its shine...

When you don't wanna wake up tomorrow
It's hard to work today...

I cannot stem the evil tide
That rises from my lips...

The stars collapsed
and in their flames...