Venus blue

Creeping like frost
as slow as grave moss
like drowning in dry oceans of bone dust
i taste the wreckage of crumbling faces
i know the pale thing in the darkest of places
i remember blood from the thighs of the mother
as everything is eaten by another
how much more must we bleed her
i cut their throats while they slept
i wept
i peel back my skull for you
yes i do
slow desolation like a funeral procession
the lovely one screams like she's caught between stations
i eat the razor, a mouthful of god's flesh
sweating this blackness,
i am shitting this cold death
i remember blood from the thighs of the mother
as everything is eaten by another
how much more must we bleed her
i cut their throats while they slept
i wept
i peel back my skull for you
yes i do
dead venus blue
love is rotting on the vine
crumbling in god's sunshine
i am dying all the time
point me at the sky... sky
how much more must we bleed her
i cut their throats while they slept
i wept
i peel back my skull for you
yes i do
dead venus blue
how much more must we bleed her
i cut their throats while they slept
i wept
i peel back my skull for you
yes i do
dead venus blue
i taste the wreckage of crumbling faces
i know the pale thing in the darkest of places