Desire Path

You're the yellow pages of my second-hand book. 
You're the shoe bite in my old pair of shoes. 
You're the red in my swollen, melting eyes. 
You're the lullaby of my sleepless nights. 
You're the aftertaste that burns my mouth. 
You're the nightmare of my dreams uncouth. 
Breathless. Gasp. Smother.
You're my desire path to doom.