Purge

Come, lay thy kisses on my body A sacred tribute be thy sweat Exalt my each and every chord Oh spike, deep thrusted in my being Will be my torment but a hoist Oh, sweetened poison without cure You kneel me inescapably Slave-made from cold and prided king I search for you without a speck of judgement Ferocious hidden hunger is desire I burn, just feeling lacking thoughts You abet me and still remain apart And in my blinded thirst you have no face See just the us that could've been Am left with crying bleeded heart Lorn bleakly by the like's dearth My prayer goes for complete oblivion Will wash away thy smell and haunt No fire burns in touch deprived flesh Come, wait thus for our spell to end.