Iron Core

Boots print circles around this war in my head.

Eyes burn silver, you paint the whole skyline red. Your name on my lips tastes like rust, tastes like war.

Every breath you take drags me back to the core, the iron core.

Pulling me, pulling me down, down, down. I beg for more. Burning right into the ground, ground, ground.

I can't run from what my body's aching for.

You turn my heart to. . .

Iron. Iron.

Iron.

Gold coins fall in the marble, stained with regret.

You dance ruthless, every step a silent threat.

Hands draw circles on my skin like sacred law.

Hear my promise, I will guard this iron core. Call my name in a language that I swore I'd forget.

Every note like a knife's kiss, tracing lines of our debt.

Spin me faster, wrap me tighter, 'til I can't tell what is yours, what is mine, what is pain, what is iron in this. . .

Iron. Iron. Iron. Iron.

Iron.

Iron.

Iron.