It's dangerous
Finding substitutes for love...

You fluttered, silk and black
Green shimmering across your wings...

In my bones I'll carve a tale of your sweet ichor
Who told you that desire could be tamed...

It curls its mitts around my throat
And threads its doubts into my veins...

Honesty is vulnerable
To be open to those eyes...

His fingertips curl
Tracing lightly over ivory...

(possible trigger warning)
It used to be I didn't sleep...

With heavy heart
and empty soul...

The fly was trapped
Held by those silver threads...

Isolation in the midst of a crowd
Seems to carry a special ache...

The darkness may be heavy,
And you may want to atone...

I am broken
I know this fact quite well...