No suffering. No fear.
Let me show you why I cradle death in both hands
I bring it to my lips and release it with a kiss
Your nails score bloody scrapes down the landscapes
I feel your warmth penetrating against the frail flesh
Your hands are stained green, fingers interlocked with mine
It's femininity, a curse made incarnate by desire
I clutch the knife tightly
Just tell me why
Tell me why before it kills you
Make it mean something, anything
Because when we starve in the streets, we'll eat the rich
And when our god fails us, we'll eat him too
I'm licking my lips when you're not looking
Let me touch you
Let me make it last
Let me give you that, at least