Black holes

Wishful thinking…  
That for tonight only  
We could fall into the blackest of holes  
And find ourselves…  
Comforted by the gloomiest radiance  
Tightly bound together  
By a festering sense of hurt  
Sliding deeper  
Waiting for broken wings to carry us…  
Further into the time of our demise  
That you and I might find each other’s decaying souls…  
Buried beyond the help of Jesus  
 
Crushing as it is…  
Let’s do it all again and again  
Not only tonight  
 
Nail me to the floor
Pretend it’s pleasure  
Then suck my guts out
Just for your delightful pleasure