I think of things that might have been
And ones that shouldn't have
Wash the stains of time with excess
Bloodied from the past
I empty out the reason and fill it with discord
Whatever she bestowed in me
Has left me wanting more
Can I taste the rapture?
This bittersweet content
Fleeting moments had inside
Are now just floating in my head
Can you feel the fire
This aching to consume
The smell of the devoured
Is filling up the room
Rescue me, I ask you as
I'm choking on myself
I felt it passing through me
As you reached up to the shelf
Where the things kept are a mystery
Wrapped up inside some death
Awakened by the filling up
And drawing of my breath
Can I taste the rapture?
This bittersweet content
Fleeting moments had inside
Are now just floating in my head
Can you feel the fire
This aching to consume
The smell of the devoured
Is filling up the room
Am I as I've always been?
How am I to know?
Is it too late or too soon
For something new to grow
As I wait in silence for it to unfold
Time will make the consequence
To tighten or lose its hold
