The ground was cold on the night
Foe became more than friend
The leaves fell from the trees
And your tarnished hands
So softly held the last flower
In bloom
But your hands hold no water
And the sun
Is yet to be seen.
And just like every beautiful
Offspring
It choked in your grasp
If I could place you in the recess
Of my memory
Trap you in the insanity of my mind
Tighten the grip
Thirsty, crawling
And celebrate
Dancing in your anguish
Me and my demons
Prancing
Revolving,
Prepared to feed with lustful eyes
And the needs of a lonely lover.
