You feel my fingertips, you won’t forget my lips,
the depth of the abyss, a sarcophagus kiss…
You feel the insects crawl, you hold onto your soul,
petrified of the nightfall, this night you will recall.
I’m become everything, I am under your skin,
the cerebral chords within, I stroke and make them sing.
This is the final night, of devastating fright,
such a magnanimous sight, showered in dim sunlight.
Succumb to the friction,
can’t escape the addiction,
palindrome motion, archaic notion,
supermassive black hole suction, primal attraction,
achieve combustion, ashes of mortal passion.