Like prey to a hunter he offers what's left
His touches speak languages, in unbeknownst depths
His hands turned up skywards, chest torn like a rift
A snake between lips, as a receiver of gifts
It's a tongue that is fluent, violent and sharp
It weaves through the torso, ribcage shaped like a harp
The words, sweet and rotten like when flowers decay
Pile up on a grave of what could and what may.
My fingers the bow, unnerving the tone
Dystopian chants, deep down and below
The depths of the mind, a mysterious place
They're cryptic and primal and full of disgrace
I want to bathe in the remains of what once was gone
A faint distant echo of what I hid for so long
Each of us on their own, it rips us to shreds
It spoils us and drowns us and fucks with our heads
The particles settle and they form something new
A vague blurry figure, condensing like dew
It drips from our lashes and in pleasure we weep
It's a twisted desire, as high as its deep
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