You cleared your palms of sin Didn’t you? Your voice sounds like scripture But you forget to stone my name next to yours So I’m the one loving in vain These are the gospels you’re spewing And I’m being steered in lieu of being stirred Tell me what I did today And dig me a hole for me To betray my knees For my hands to come together in your name If you’re not going…
my demons are intertwined with yours I could be loved by you but you’d rather lacerate the space between my legs with yours we’re torn apart by each other but I’m looking at you trying not to cry you want to say something but your tongue folds backwards and you’re moaning in a dialect unfamiliar to the things you say to me if this is the same tongue you used to tell me you’d always…
I’m enticing a temperate cadaver into my tongue with my palms I can still remember how it must have screamed ran it headless with my tears my hands are shaking I’m trying not to cry my head’s spinning but I can still bring myself to think of you and I wonder what you would do with the blood on my hands the part of me that loves you is trying to convince the part of…