I think of things that might have been And ones that shouldn't have Wash the stains of time with excess Bloodied from the past I empty out the reason and fill it with discord Whatever she bestowed in me Has left me wanting more Can I taste the rapture? This bittersweet content Fleeting moments had inside Are now just floating in my head Can you feel the fire This aching to consume The smell of the devoured Is filling up the room Rescue me, I ask you as I'm choking on myself I felt it passing through me As you reached up to the shelf Where the things kept are a mystery Wrapped up inside some death Awakened by the filling up And drawing of my breath Can I taste the rapture? This bittersweet content Fleeting moments had inside Are now just floating in my head Can you feel the fire This aching to consume The smell of the devoured Is filling up the room Am I as I've always been? How am I to know? Is it too late or too soon For something new to grow As I wait in silence for it to unfold Time will make the consequence To tighten or lose its hold