words melting to my bones,
knives fill my flesh,
step barefoot over the stones you have left,
mouth full of ash, close to the sharpened edge
i see you standing there, glancing,
in your coat wrapped within shadow,
a familiar nagging fear, dancing.
i'm hollow, tell me what to do
look what you made of me, almost Lover,
a mess of fresh flesh and blood and pain,
i wanted it to be all over,
but you were the one to make the final cut. insane.
your heart weakens and so does mine,
the pulse is throbbing through my veins,
hesitation. incarnation. crime.
we only have ourselves to blame
and it hurts so much to think of you,
i sense you in every night and dream,
just see, what you put me through,
how I wade into the quiet of your stream
you needed my beast to hail,
so don't cry for me, my dear, now, don't cry,
this love has been no fairytale,
this love was born to die
