Horizon of Cremains

Your lips a sordid taste
Your eyes an ugly pale
I crave an older state
Where the wild dog remains
Roamed and lapped your face
Lapping beyond
Where the glass of spilling
Grows black, ream of tar
Your mouth, the thief
I collect the smoke from your mouth
Burning, plaguing through the doubt
Your eyes, the wolf
I collect the smoke from your mouth
Burning, plaguing through the doubt
Your eyes, the thief
Revelation erodes me from
Nothing left to seal the hole
Visionary stare strums me
The image perished, but grief could still