Flies - Marionette

Starving pulse

hungering

starving flesh

and I smell her skin

like funeral flowers as terror lets me in and the flies

sing for us and the worms

hear our vows

Two fates are sealed

fingertips caress and decay

while shadows of promises hide the coming day

and the flies

sing for us and the worms

hear our vows

and I know she’s the end

but I can’t help myself

spiraling into her

her tongue feels like a blade

spiraling forever

we will destroy ourselves

we’re becoming our end

starving pulse

trembling skin

whispering

promises of sin

I close her eyes

grab her throat

to give her the ring

and the flies

sing for us and the worms

hear our vows

in this dead garden

we shall grow

while our cold eyes reflect what we know;

that tomorrow is a lie

that the face of love

kills with a smile

spiraling into her

her tongue feels like a blade

spiraling forever

we will destroy ourselves

we’re becoming our end