• Trembling lips and heated breath,
    things that remain when you leave.

    all that remains.

    I'll whisper a song
    You won't say a word

    Your eyes have gone black
    they swallow me, and there I remain

    all that remains

    Flesh that burns and the scratching of nails
    I can smell you on me.

    Are my eyes black too?
    The blackness, it envelops.

    It hasn't left, it stays, and you leave.

    I want to live in your bones.
    I want to breathe your blood.
    When your blackness meets mine, I sense it.

    You want that too.
    Desire that crushes is what remains.

    all that remains.