Awaiting ahead
what has been saved
The signs already
familiar
Gravitating to
things that make
the same wound as
the first
Where the beauty ends
and addiction starts
Unnoticed, they dress into
each other's skins
All the way to the bone
the Sun has done its work
Beautiful, merciless
the legacy of a kiss, charcoal
When the mind wanders
hoping for pleasure
and then, just how treacherous
the experiencing is
Fire, too, will
never get enough
if only there is enough
of something that burns
All the way to the bone
the Sun has done its work
Beautiful, merciless
the legacy of a kiss, charcoal
And it's not even evening yet
And it's not even evening yet
Your arms unarm me
and I have nothing to fight with
You just strike on the right moment
otherwise, I'd be strong
But I believe I will win in the end
for I have a plan
The blade tightly between bones
handle slipping from your hand
All the way to the bone
the Sun has done its work
Beautiful, merciless
the legacy of a kiss, charcoal
All the way to the bone,
and it's not even evening yet
Beautiful, merciless
and it's not even evening yet