Devoted to my opiate

We are asleep as cold as death,
Awakened beneath the water.
Baptized transgressions in warm breath,
A bloodied casket used as an altar.

Creatures of emotions drowned in water,
Memories of conversation, not history.
A black bath prayer upon your altar:
Bring me to life this vessel empty.

We fear our un-forgiven history.
Whispers fall in the aftermath.
Remnants, clouds of ash: empty.
One last breath of wrath.

Of all that remains in our aftermath,
We were more beautiful in death.
Someone must get hurt in this wrath,
For I’d rather drown within your lullaby’s last breath.