You're the yellow pages of my second-hand book.
You're the shoe bite in my old pair of shoes.
You're the red of my swollen, melting eyes.
You're the lullaby of my sleepless nights.
You're the after-taste that burns my mouth.
You're the nightmare of my dreams uncouth.
Breathless. Gasp. Smother.
You're my desire path to doom.
Desire Path is the path created through the woods by walking through it, solely for the purpose of reaching one's destination in the shortest possible time. In short, its a short cut through places that cannot be traveled through.