chelsea wolfe
dead eyes
i only call you when you're in my dreams
died too young
the culling then
it was obscene
i am depleted by love
i'll never tell the secrets of my family
bled out
a cult of anonymity
the kettle is wheeling
my love
riding on the back of a hell they caused
one ear to the ground
one eye on the room
my tongue on your pulse
my finger in your wound
sweet dead eyes
i long to hear you again
i long to see your face
i long for that illustrious hiss
i know you feel it
no turning back
only god knows what we're headed for"