You sure know the rules
For this is all you show...
For all this all you have to offer
As she grows old and pale
This color was never your own since you bought the security of control
With ten feet of soil on your chest to choke any whiff of animation
Bury all risks forever
Walk on the blood-red sands
Soaked with the grief of coveting docile hands
Crused by your own rocks
And this is what you draw upon:
Feast on the purity of decaying organic matter
No need to cutt off her wings:
Your words lay like stones in her stomach
She takes everything
She's the queen of the food-chain
The last one to starve
The first one to bleed into oblivion