Cathartic caresses and avowals made desolate
My flesh, a plain destitute of human life
Organs leased to the absence of all things
Consciousness, I abuse your hospitality
Suffering tickles stillness and answers my fatigue
Ingesting shards of thought in darkness
Blades inconvenienced by my very unraveling
That is my skin now, laid out on the ancient bed
That is my skin now, a costume at rest
Drying in the black sun
Why won't they wear me
Rotting in the undergrowth
Foul excess emotions blotting floral bandages
Agitates a smile within helpless hands
Until the pain seizes with curiosity
With pleasures beyond the realm of salvation
Their hunting horn echoes down the meadow
Their hollow shadows lengthen with every step
Heaving in moonlight
Every increment of time capsizes joy
Cold, onyx clasp Drag Me to Agony
I want to be down there, too