words by dominic riccitello

picking apart your demons
in a bed of terror
we sleep in the evergreen
to die in ourselves is to die in this
i lie at your side
against your heart
the bones of your cage feels like bliss
does your gore please our kiss
the blood feed the abyss
we fuel the fire
raging against our desire
conversations of broken relationships stir the air
like rapids used to take us there
we drown in the pages of an unrequited diary
lost pages become torn youth
visions of ourselves in mirrors of shattered glass
children screaming profanity
you beheading things
bodies playing in fields of daisies
love takes greed
you break to break thee
bleed to bleed on me