Category 5 Messiah - Impatient (Marrow)

From your bones I can taste the marrow
From your sweat I can taste the salt
Inside your ribcage it is much too narrow
But for now I'll find shelter inside of your heart
But if you want, if you're hungry, there are parts that I can spare
I have a lung and if you eat it, it may fill you up with air
I drank your bathwater when you were gone
I cleaned all the tracks from the floor with my tongue
I, alone, set fire to the cold side of your pillow
I counted the hairs that I pulled from your brush
Set fire on my hands when I longed for your touch
I, alone, set fire to
In hopes that you'll become more than imagination
Maybe you'll become a man from my inflation
Maybe I am God in control of your creation
Maybe I've become impatient

Written by:
Grey Olavarria

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