Sweet queen of his underworld
Does he peel and feed you pomegranate seeds
If so how?
Does he do it gently, one by one
Or shoved them all down your throat
How does he fare compared to you
As you sit on his lap, your throne
Does your flowers and light, flicker any warmth to his dead cold heart
Do you show him love like no other being could
Why is it that when you're away he only thinks of your soon return to his arms
Sweet queen of the underworld
Did he give you those seeds to make you stay-
And did you unregrettably swallow,
Every. Single. One.
