The Promised
They are waitingFor me
Their mouths open, gaping
Tin love with thick voices.
The beast is never let in too soon
He waits outside for the night
He waits till just before dawn.
It was not you I wanted
It was the alcohol
It was the night
It was absolute abandon.
They are inching in by the yard
Taking over my lids, my fingers
Chrome shackles and smooth vermillion ribbons
And I cave in
My heart shall stop.