As the air seeps through the glass of the last broken window
The gold light strikes your frame as i hiss through the space between my teeth

forever lost in the warmth in the pink light of sunset
i clawed my way up to approval without redemption
called way by the useless plea
the wicked move inside my head

Taken apart i lay within your judgement
both hands and feet inside your mouth
give my limbs as an offering to 'our father'
because once we end
i want out

my request stifled by your reaching for my chest
I left a wound to full up my time as your body still shines gold
I play the game as the fool

memories pasted to the back of my head
dry; my eyes foggy
dry; my mouth pleases
dry; your skin
i press my face unto your pores

my request stifled by your reaching for my chest
I left a wound to full up my time as your body still shines gold
I play the game as the fool

i clench tight to the essence of your existence
from a lie to the front of my lips
once again we bask in the crystal light

you lay my fingers to my lips
you push them through unto my teeth
perfectly i could feel the space between my teeth

forever i waste away in the gold light of existence
forever i hold the inside of your cheek within the bright frame of a window
forever i answer the wasted pleas and move to the shadows to watch you bathe
forever i feel the space and ask why the gold light turns to grey

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