Taking me

A body of glass
Taken by you
And eaten by your green teeth
A paper of ink
Scratched on by you
And beaten by your scewd beliefs

A perfect sculpture
Broken in pieces
By a monster that eats my love
A broken flower
Stuck in a garden
Where no rain falls from above

An ice cold skin
Warmed by seduction
And a tongue that licks on gold
Taking me
No longer an option
Your lies are growing old