You use to be my favorite view
I watched as you danced around my carcass
Like the Windigo begging for more
More you whispered and I answered with eyes glazed
My only companion was the sweetness of your honey
With the aftertaste of cold winter air
Then herbal like the drug they pluck from the ground
The consistent repetition of sins as I fall on my knees
"Oh how beautiful is this scenery from way up here! Hello! Can all the little people hear me?!"
Are you too far down to hear my screams?
You use to wear a cross against that bare chest
Made me think I was the reason that you took it off
A sacrifice does leave a bad burn doesn't she?
Could you not let her sunshine glow?
Lips chapped from the December air
I remember as blood stained your lips
It tasted like mustard, specked with flesh
Sweet at first then a kick
Not really one for my liking, but Pandora did want just a peek
Now his tongue will forever smell of me
I hear can still hear him beckoning when it rains
My ghost flickered in the air that day
Waking to the sound of the roaring hills
I collapsed under
And yet sticks and stones did not break
I once assumed you're possession
Somehow that was not my path to take