Nightmare's win...26-0. Options

[metabolic666]

Move into the grave that bares your name.
My high is creeping...but is it set in stone that we're both wasted?
We're not going anywhere like this.
We'll see right through for me to walk face first into sliding glass,
for your pleasure all in the taste of the salt on your neck.

(Now I) choke on the urge of taking it back,
(Till I'm) spilling blood that rests on my tongue,
(Dreaming) of holding your head detached from the rest.

This fuse left burning, but now we're far too gone...
to let the past stitch our wounds and seal our tears.
Left sick from the guild you spread.
Lust sick in this moment, we won't believe in anything.

..Annunciate While You Masticate..

This Nightmare ends as the cocoon filled with oil fossils,
become waste upon cemented wings.
On the rocks, father spills memories of mother's eyes.

A kiss turns to brandy.
A dagger learns to cut hair.
Lipstick stains her addiction.

Watch the cresent moon turn clouds to frowns.
Watch to see the sea swallow and forget.
...Nightmare's win...26-0.