She Fell but Finally Got the Hell Up

The gods will be forgotten for just another night,

While I swallow up the trance chanted words I gave to reclaim my soul.

Tainted as my glass broken imagery of you was, I can't help but wonder what the peach firmness of your tongue will feel inside her under experienced mouth.

I hope that every single word that you float to her in love drunken crooner(y) chokes on the lack of oxygen my fire glare will leave for them.

Do you feel the least bit of remorse for chaining me to a rock of false security before you pushed me off that cliff?

You know how much I fear