Rust - Holehearted

Found your way in,

Inaugurated your authentic skin,

Now what i was searching for,

Your scaled skin I’ve grown to adore,

Smother me with your warmth,

I don’t need to breathe anymore,

Suffocate me,

Chloroform,

My four leafed clover,

Subject to a status of decomposure,

This the end of us,

Morality coated in rust,

Stuck in your head,

Forced opinions in silence instead,

Mind contorted habits so morbid,

Left to assume with inevitable gloom.