Dead Weight

In your sex-fit trap,

You are none but all the rest.

In your selfish wrap,

You are none but all to blame.

You're everything.

 

I'm the salty stream, every bead.

I'm the fiend you bled so helplessly.

Lacerate and flay fancifully,

I'm the one you hang your dead weight.

 

Split septum heart,

And futile stabs in the dark.

I see wilting stars,

Your celestial graveyard.

And then I feel a rift between us,

Every floor it caves beneath us now.

 

I'm the salty stream, every bead.

I'm the fiend you bled so helplessly.

Lacerate and flay fancifully,

I'm the one you hang your dead weight.

 

Bring to naught your banister,

Could it be true?