In Song Of Suffocation

My evil is pretend
That my love might bend
Much brighter,
These shadow masks and
Onyx links
That lend
Igniting fire.

If you want to play that game,
I'll design to play it harder-
It is in my nature able
To make my knives much sharper.

Buried to my neck
In a forest full of birds
To learn of forces dark
And illuminate my nerves.
I play my heart as drum,
All the skin pulled tight.
Incessant fluttered wings
Stirring through the night.

When the other creatures come
Prowling to sniff my face,
The Lover,
Hidden,
Springs forth
To guard
And howl
And chase.