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Be it the death in my veins

A ticking expiration date

Maybe kissing mortality on the mouth

With my tongue bitten clean off

Your tongue and teeth deliver me

Draw a bath, the refuse I’ll drink

Your eyes reflected back through mine

The haunting of your skin on me

Where love never lived

My home lies in you

When I had nothing left to lose

Tracing lines of your face

Imprinted in me

Shake my bones

Feel your voice run through me

A song to sing is but burnt paper

In the land of gold and honey

But its all I have left to give

The albatross flies on

Given wings when I should have eaten dirt

I swear this was not supposed to happen

Tracing lines of your face

Imprinted in me

Shake my bones

Feel your voice run through me

This could have been a tragedy

Born both sick

Head on the alter

All I crave is the warmth of your bathwater