Crescent in the low
Hanging over me
The taste of alkaline
You'd kill to be adored
To wax poetically
While you rot on
While you rot on the vine

A deathblow
A kiss, sharp
Cheap fix
Gets me close

I’m drowning in your arms
Tide glowing cataract white
I'm nauseous at the thought
You in mind

Does it taste all the same
When you pander hand to mouth?
To the fashionably guilty?
Of the hook you rave on and on about
Crescent in the low
Hanging over me
But still, I adore you so
I'm drowning in your arms
Tide glowing cataract white
I’m nauseous at the thought
You in mind

Disembodied
Melancholy
Paralyzing
Head is humming