And when the black paint gnaws its way down my throat,
It will thicken around my heart and feel the shame of how close it comes to you.
I will let the black rot braids with my very veins,
And it will taste of every word i wish i could unsay.
Your torch touches me and the maggots shiver awake,
Skin blistering to show bone that never listened to you.
And the cracks open fast, and the black rot slips through those seams, dragging your light down my lungs
Until my ribcage forgets the warmth of you.
Thus once more began the night.
