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.