Wraith

The taste of your ghost

Grip the bone and make me a grave

Dirty my shovel your dark grunge

Deep beneath humus and horror

Can you feel the warmth of the wood?

What are you willing to do-

Dance backwards my disaster;

Let me swim through your soft silt;

Crumble away your secret eons

-What are you willing to do?

The shape of your desire

Chase me into the corner and devour

Bite down hard and be delighted

Eke open this carnal eye

I taste sugar in your tears

What are you willing to do-

Dive into a wet gaze my zombi;

Drink the pain in my temple;

Kiss away the fire from the stars

-What are you willing to do?

Lips resounding red

Make poppysmic music round

Restively and ahead of breath revel

Reveal to me your immortal tongue

I feel moonlight from your mouth

What are you willing to do-

Blanket me with wet leaves;

Take me under your warm rain;

Beg me back from the worms

-What are you willing to do?