i.
with you
i want to travel and explore
this sickly world god has placed

i want to experience it with you
and be there for you through its nightmares,
phantoms, and delusions

ii.
i sharpen needles of affection
trying to make them sharp enough
so that you won't feel them
but clearly I've failed
i apologize

when i see you my heart
fills with happiness
and i wish
you could use me
as your mirror

her blood is dusty
she longs for new skin and bones
new hips new thighs
she's out to find god
she's out to starve
she'll wear all those lace dresses
frilly blouses and petticoats
after she devours him whole
it won't end there
it can't until she's perfect
not until she's long dead
beyond decomposed
when she weighs the same
as the god she ate

said we'd see the world
but soon realized
we'd already seen too much

underwater french kissing
to cope with the pain
of living and dying

our boat's the last thing
to see us off
dunno where it'll crash

face down
our bodies float at sea
lifeless and loveless

red lace in the backwoods
everyone knows you
left it there
better run, better run

i'll hide you my dear
rest in my arms
we leave in the morning
'fore the sun, 'fore the sun

they'll be in deep sleep
by the time we make it
over the hills
gotta go, gotta go

mushrooms tell poisonous lies
soon enough you find yourself lost
in the shadows of the grass
trying not to drown in the early morning dew
if only you could wander oh so aimlessly
and end up home with your linen blankets
but lamb's-ear is also rather comforting
as the sound of an owl's hoo's lull you to sleep
hope you rest for an eternity because
you'll never find your way back