Kill me in the soft moonlight.
Rip me apart with your teeth and your tears
never letting me go.  

Hold onto my tatters.
Let me be that piece of meet stuck between your teeth
the cause of your gnashing jaws.

And after I’m good and dead
say a prayer for the woman you loved like prey
but excpected to become your mate. 

And after you leave what’s left of my body
the sun will rise over the hills
and I promise you’ll regret what you’ve done.