The way you would sigh
The twitch of your thigh
And all I have left is the taste

The razor caress
The sins we confess
And my innocence all erased

The sting of your eyes
The stifling cries
Like smoke to my memory clings

In love left unmade
And penance unpaid
Descending on dark broken wings

If this is true
If you are you
Then what is there left to be me?

Tear off the skin
Burned out within
Chained up without any key

Enveloped in night
Enthralled by your bite
A slave to the crack of your whip

Lying alone
In silence I’ve sown
The taste of you still on my lips.