Blush

Disdain for all your substance
Tied to the ceiling, to feel your love again

Browning substance, sleeping tempers, reframe
Syphon, syphon
Joyless pleasures, muffled warmth of its vein
Syphon, syphon

Mouthfuls of flesh, nurtured
Cumming blisters to feel anything
I can't stay here, self-consumption
Cumming blisters to feel anything

I won't survive

The nuisance, unkept cancer
My gut sinks, consumed by all your pain
Hang me from your ceiling
Hang me, steal my love
Hang me like knives
Hang me, candy

I'm left seething from your footprints
Cumming blisters to feel anything

I am the guilt of all your wounds