Cruellest dream, reality.

Warn your warmth to turn away
Here it’s July, everyday, I like it
Press your lips to the sculptures
And surely you’ll stay, love like winter
For of sugar and ice, I am made, I am made
It’s in the blood, it’s in the blood
I met my love before I was born
He wanted love. I taste of blood
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth
From years before, from years before.