Between Our Whims

from by Wolves At The Door



Only silent lips remain
when the tongue
crosscut ground by red scars
only silent lips remain
where the blade of glaze
let the words stuck in throat

You suffocate between our whims
today when I strike the wrong chord
it represses my anger
then you ask for more

Paradoxical pleasure garden
after which it hurts less

Only silent
lips remain
dust falls down
we suffocate
between our whims
light is so close
words are nothing


from Erase Images, released June 7, 2017



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