The shape of you in me cuts so deeply.
Burning its way into the cut of my life.
This slice eats deeper, spreading like a grin.
So Very Cheshire.
Howling at the moon is the only way to pay in.
I got all I need from you, time to bury the corpse.
Burning alive is not the word.
I'm consumed with you.
So full.
I'm me, and I'm you.
So take me.
Strike another mark across the skin.
I need the sin.
It reminds me I'm alive.