Vultures ahead
Quicksand below
Before me, it's him
The man with open palms
Behind me, it's her
The girl without a mouth
It's like being in a locked coffin
Spikes covering the velvet lining
Pressing into my face, my body
Not enough to break skin
But enough to break me
I beg to be let out.
The girl hums a growl
The man cracks his knuckles
The coffin is sinking,
And the vultures are ready
The man, the girl, the vultures
Want to destroy my body
So maybe it's best
I settle in for a final rest
In this sinking coffin
Where come soon, the demons will soften