Body Throne

A dark shadow cuts into an empty room

The shallow grave for a complacent fool

Invading private space just to disgrace with a smile

But I had buried the knife I'd swallowed my pride in leu

Of tasting skin that I can't break through

Just another artist starved for the attention you try

To so bitterly deny

Spinning pinwheels, pulsing embers

My body throne into the fire

Going up in the smoke of a wasted inclination

Crying in vain through the windowpane