drenched in red paint
dripping down the curves
of her body-
of her body
onto the floor
which begs for more
we walk upon eyes
of the eternal Chaos- Ouroboros
in this home we've built
with the solidity of the swirling waters
dripping down from the vetiver
of where I first met her
those curves
Oh, those curves
these eyes, with no mouths
speak to us, possessing us
to paint the walls
as wild, as feral
as the thousands of sharp teeth
of the thousand wolves running deep beneath
they circle us
they consume us
like the Chaos
like the Ouroboros
they consume us
they become us
and so, it is so
we are flipped upside down below
running, churrning within the deep flow
we are the eyes, always knowing where to go
further than the mother of the winds can blow
brighter than the mother of Hells most fiery red glow
we are, drripping onto the floor
devouring, converging, begging for more
we speak in deep howls, speaking no words
lifted up, her legs wrapped 'round my hips, like the wings of a bird
moving, swaying, to the rhythm of my weathered sea legs
as the moon, moves closer to the earth, and begs, she begs-
to be like her and me
can't ya her the warring seas
can't ya feel your weakened knees
giving in to your warring plea's
blood red, blood blue
it is all the same
the moon and the ocean
have no name
the walls are painted
the walls are red
give in, give all
'til you've nothing to dread
give in, give all
'til you've nothing to dread
