I: Idyll Anathema

[M]
Hear me speak, I call from the streets
In lonesome heat, I writhe in the sheets
With silver tongue and siren call
I beckon flesh become my thrall

[W]
She was beautiful, once
When everything was
She has fallen away
The downward spiral
She was perfect, once
When everything was
She’s become something less
Unrecognizable

[A]
The taste lingers forever
A day without her is a thousand
A singular drive to fill a singularity;
The vacuum craves all and holds none
Collapse and consume; construct and confess

[W]
A blasphemy of her former self
Twisted and contorted by shameless hands
Degraded and raped
I’ve got my finger on the pulse
And beauty is dying

[A]
Forget every face;
They aren’t meant for memory
Grand deconstruction of glorious design