Ript.
Will your name be the last I utter from my lips? (yes) I have lived in service of lust, treating my well-being like a god, (Never goddess, there’s a difference) I can’t seem to stop in desperation And though I wish they were fewer, those silent screams They are as much my universe as your long remembered touch Oh how I broke myself against you, like water to rock. A fool’s gold quarry, split and shiny but worthless Despite this death you brought I will love you in multitudes of forever. But remain quiet longer.