Glory - Doll Factory

Last things first

Do your worst

Stain the sheets two teaspoons of glory

I wanted to tell you

I wanted to trust you

I want you to take me

I wanted to touch you

I wanted to taste you

I want you to break me

And on her lips

Wet fingertips and sugared sighs

These paper wrists

Stained lotus hues of her demise

And honey-dripped

Her nectar-sweet and lily thighs

For on her hips

The weight of all she would despise

I wanted to tell you

I wanted to trust you

I want you to take me

I wanted to touch you

I wanted to taste you

I want you to break me