Consuming flesh of the newlyweds
This is what your world means to me
Becoming smaller with every day
Inconsequential as your life
Spiralling ever downwards as if ground did not exist
I lust for none but you
This world inside your mouth
Like climbing to the greatest peaks
To be swallowed by the earth
You taste like the ocean
Home so far behind me
Ever awating your return
The salt of your breath
And dryness within your tears
Never to come back into me
Come back into me...
Like the smile of the unborn
Only a batch of twisted muscles
No true feeling.
