Bring me to your deepest chambers, your hair disheveled, I am led
By your bare shoulders, by my intoxication, I am fed
By your darkest secrets, your wordless compulsion
Of the senses, I drink you in, devour the moments
I've found you in, these poisonous confections
Will bring my end, but ever-sweet it will be
To trace my fingers on your skin, to hunt your softest spaces
And dig in, a last meal for the killer, who awaits his execution
Won't you pull the switch again, press the needle in
My agony, my pleasure, the shadows behind each measured
Sentence, spare me the banality of forged words
I want this perfect torture, the darkness carried over
Continents, where perfect composure meets formlessness
A tangle of blood, sweat, and exaltation
That has mangled the early a.m. silence
That has raised a fire that will not be sated
Before you lie unconscious, before your pulse is quickened
Before your waking thoughts collide, with the devil you led inside
The chambers where you used to hide
The bedroom where you used to lie
Before we unmade the whole of it.
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