Longing, so fondly, for that godless touch

Will you cross me again? I love you, my fleshy idol
Yearning to take that within me again, within you.

Take this mark upon my heart and burn it black with soot.
Loveless and lifeless we are kings and queens of our accords -
Speak within yourself and operate with such devilish smoothness,
Naming ones self "heartless," despite its throng.

Becoming the tool of invocation, lust-laced wine.

Why then will the dead not leave me blind?

Numbness crinkles the bleary, weary, wandering eyes.
Headlong springing, unto the deep brink of seductive drink.

Surely I shall hencely drown, to slate this sensation.