Bliss; pushing away plates at every meal.
Drink red wine, and we'll be fine. Won't you starve my hates tonight, won't you starve my loves? Hold my hand, whisper underneath the crush; we are sickness, we are sickness. And it becomes us, unfurls itself across the bed spread. The sheets turn dark, deep red, crimson, and then we bleach them black with fake hellos that stain the sky and watch as the birds are falling down, screaming back to our hellos.
There is an oxygen tank making its way into my garden. Why into my garden, and why not into my mouth? My starved lips, my wedding lips. I can't work with this, why, and I can't stand you, and the way you talk; the way your hips swing, the times, and the distinguished touch.
Make it difficult, yes, let's be difficult. Push the button, enter elevators, screen the doors and screen the state of this. I'm not asking you to die. Sacrifice? Don't be ridiculous. Just laugh with me, and sink with me, die with me, need me, live with me, and breathe inside me. Be my dirty fascination. Predict the way the silt will rise and overflow. I can feel the way the earth is pulling away from my feet, and its disgust, it would much rather you fall. For the shelter has ended, the safety melted in the quiet of your mouth, let it go, let it go.
Watching from above. Supreme views of the underground. I can't help it if things start feeling loose tonight. Is it my fault your crown is slipping down? We are the slaves, you slave, how did you manage to steal a crown and make it frown?
Oh yes. I can see how this will end. The end of your heart, shaped like the corner of the cemetery, but don't give me your hand. Drink red wine, and I promise we'll be fine.
There is an oxygen tank making its way into my garden. Why into my garden, and why not into my mouth? My starved lips, my wedding lips. I can't work with this, why, and I can't stand you, and the way you talk; the way your hips swing, the times, and the distinguished touch.
Make it difficult, yes, let's be difficult. Push the button, enter elevators, screen the doors and screen the state of this. I'm not asking you to die. Sacrifice? Don't be ridiculous. Just laugh with me, and sink with me, die with me, need me, live with me, and breathe inside me. Be my dirty fascination. Predict the way the silt will rise and overflow. I can feel the way the earth is pulling away from my feet, and its disgust, it would much rather you fall. For the shelter has ended, the safety melted in the quiet of your mouth, let it go, let it go.
Watching from above. Supreme views of the underground. I can't help it if things start feeling loose tonight. Is it my fault your crown is slipping down? We are the slaves, you slave, how did you manage to steal a crown and make it frown?
Oh yes. I can see how this will end. The end of your heart, shaped like the corner of the cemetery, but don't give me your hand. Drink red wine, and I promise we'll be fine.