Paradiso

I know it's late, and I know                                                                                        

I know I should be going home, but I'm fine                                                                    

Fine here, dying with you 

The world has lost its beauty                                                                                          

And my angel numbers don't talk to me                                                                                    

You can't console me, the music doesn't sound the same                                                    

My brain doesn't feel the same, and I'm scared                                                                        

You're eating at my sinew like you want my flesh                                                            

So white in your mouth, I cry but I'm lost in translation                                                          

A scarlet letter for every hostile reward, growing impatient                              

I fall at his scent and inhale his breath

Cut me open with your words and I admire you                                                      

I admire you like the beauty of a corpse                                                                      

Fertile push of virus, this unwinding genocide                                                            

Thief of thoughts putting thorns in my side                                                                  

But you always flee the scene and you unwind                                                            

Disfigured by your dysmorphia, I'm not the one to blame                                                    

But you chastise me like you're the master and I'm your slave                                  

Onwards but I'm never going home, you're thinking backwards                                

Retracing your steps along this forgotten path                                                                

I kiss a fat Buddha and the cherry on my lips is yours                                                  

Ashes when they disintegrate, I chip away at the mantlepiece                                                

I left my pride there, so cold on that night I kissed your salty wounds                              

Unpure soul wandering                                                                                                      

My violent youth was for the taking and now sinning is liberation                                      

Inject me in your veins, objectified, imperfect bodies sexualized                                                

Rape in a perverted mind, the magic of unprotected bliss                                                

In this dark romance, spilling out of ourselves                                                                    

My lungs are begging for air, the crisp pale ash of winter                                                  

But I never stray too far, I'm chained to the fear I'm losing you                                

Losing you to time.