Oh lover, purge me of this hunger tonight, meet me where the rot and the scum go to hide.
Oh lover, I'm tired of writing the same thing but it won't leave me alone. I want to bury this hurt under the ground and like down with it. Close my eyes as you fill in the grave, bury me in this gotten sanctuary, sunken.
Oh lover, when you resurrect me, promise me it'll burn. Promise me your hands will tremble when you hold knife against the curve of your throat and when you cut yourself open at the altar, promise me your blood will feel that violent ecstasy. That violent release.
Oh lover, when I rise I'll wear a different skin. Lower you into my coffin, leaving my mouth bloodied with rapture.
I'll set your sacrifice and my remnants alight, burning at the pyre of all these years of self harm.
Oh lover, you're smiling underneath and I'm an open chasm. Left you at the place of abandonment but believe me, it's worth it. I'll thank you, lover, for what you've made of me. But the way it clings to me is only temporary.
Oh lover, meet me in the graveyard once more. I'll lead you to your next grave. You've inhabited all of these graves in the past few years. A collection of past selves for all to see.
