Lletres: The Fall Of Troy. Ghostship Part II.

My teeth in my mouth felt like knives,
and I ate you it tasted so nice.
Can I even believe my own eyes?
And upon my horrendous insight
I still felt that it was so right.
His face looks so true in this light.

My teeth split the skin with a little progress!
Demons in my head!
Are you going to kill them?
Can you feel them?

I can see it so clear in his eyes.
He won't stop 'til he's taken my life.

Do you know this is your blood not mine?
And his teeth in his mouth became knives.
Am I dreaming or is this real life?
His life slips away with each slice.

Let go!
I know you're mine for all of time!