Would you offer your throat till the white roses run red
Would you tilt your neck till it mimics the gallows bite
Would you arch your back while my fingers grip you like the rack
Shoulders of a beast set to prowl
Distance met by a jump of static
Graze along sanguine thrum
Intoxicant for syringe canine
Moment to savor before the plunge
Pour in my mouth
Lap at the slice
Nails coffin, sign your song to my back
Only the moon plays observer
Voiceless the scream
Mirror the clouding heavens light
Cherish the life that flows from you
Glee it fills in me
Edge to the end, the final drip
From my arms, to the ground do you slip