We’ve picked them out
on this Saturday night
because they are
what we wish to be.
Two lovers,
leaves crunching under their feet
as they walk along the quiet road
to their cozy nest,
they have no idea
beasts stalk them.
Their eyes only see each other.
Their ears only hear poetry.
They ignore the prickly feelings,
the goosebumps on their skin,
the faint warnings
their minds try to offer.
Hand in hand, they shall meet
their death.
My lady attacks the male,
I mimic her assault on the female.
They do not have a chance
to utter a final profession of love,
but their blood and flesh mix eternally
as my lady and I unite ourselves
with this shared banquet.
~Drake
on this Saturday night
because they are
what we wish to be.
Two lovers,
leaves crunching under their feet
as they walk along the quiet road
to their cozy nest,
they have no idea
beasts stalk them.
Their eyes only see each other.
Their ears only hear poetry.
They ignore the prickly feelings,
the goosebumps on their skin,
the faint warnings
their minds try to offer.
Hand in hand, they shall meet
their death.
My lady attacks the male,
I mimic her assault on the female.
They do not have a chance
to utter a final profession of love,
but their blood and flesh mix eternally
as my lady and I unite ourselves
with this shared banquet.
~Drake