There is a grotesque violence in our hearts
That throb as one
I had you by the hair
Now my blood is in your arms.
Seeping through your pores
We become divine
The king I see in you
Is the queen I used to be.
Flat on my back,
You'd make me roar
The grizzly desert-sun in your eyes
Your child-like honour
Your demeanor
A simple fix to a broken spell
We air our secrets
To a serpent fiend.
Caught in the blaze
Of its shiny heart,
The Empire is destroyed.