Her blood writhes in me
Like wasp nests wrapped in cellophane skin
My heart, it prays we are always ending
My heart, it prays we are always endingmyself
Suffered, cherished, an absence to behold
Deliverance sewn in bedlam
Pry from my abdomen
The Hungerer's Debt!
A canvas bathed in voids of color, decomposed
Her sanguine eyes bloom intangible
Thirsting, gnawing limbs beneath me
To partake in what's left of me
I'll feed her something living
To keep the cold inside us all
Every drop of me is everything I owe
Who will weave from me
The dark of the web...