Your stance I taste it in the dark One arm pulls, the other drips the mark Came back starving for this fight Muscle knows you before my eyes adjust right Summoned back through the veil pulled by wanting Your shape carved in my absence—haunting Throat raw from calling space I'm claiming Blood debt I'm naming violence I've been framing Feed me Feed me now Worth the wait Worth dying somehow Recognition burns the haze away Your eyes know mine nothing left to say Slower now but not weaker—certain Crowd melts to smoke when I pull the curtain Two bodies settling into stillness Violence was the answer—witness This is it Came back for this Finally Finally Feed me Feed me now Worth the wait Worth dying somehow Hex completes Two bodies still Finally fed Worth the wait
