Rotting Light

Rot on me light, like murky cool damps, That drip like some sweat in your sockets. I look on green flesh, purple, bruised and unyearned, Take it, take it, when it's all alright, Like a fight that ended in closure. Steal it from the smile, and take it. They'd rape the roses anyways, so selfish, Fine tuned to rot on me light. Rot on me. Turn my skin darker and pale, steal my heat, Steal my voice, steal my words, and purity.