Rejection Fetish - Pig Destroyer

A pair of cracked snowflakes bleed behind a veil of crimson butterflies

Her face is a heaven littered with dead angels i bathed in their blood

Slept upon their severed wings imagining a place called innocence

I see flashes of pale skin writhing in bruised ecstasy

I am the immortal disciple of a dying god

Each time she forgives me it becomes easier

Her smile has gone and in the bedroom

There is only the hollow scraping of skeletal lovers dreaming of skin