The Bed Is Burning - Full of Hell

The marriage bed is burning

And I don’t hear anything at all

My diction is failing

The seams are splitting open on everything that we knew

Disgust and disdain pirouette in violent coitus

Emotive backlash.

Shit titan stressor.

Erode me

My own ceaseless thought, pedaling in circles

There are no walls that can contain

The bleak doubt that rests inside of us

I can smell the mantle burning

The wood is screaming and splitting open

The white mare isn’t leading me anywhere

Ash and soot is all that i have left