Your words were written in cold blood
Anatomy of a ghost, invisible friend
I won’t pay for sanity ’cause I don’t want to know
Some things are better left alone…
I deserve no more no less, for I’ve always been a regular IV hospice bleeder
Aestheticless to the bone, and you were just another veiled catholic sinner
I unraveled my stained ruby bandages to find you whimpering, lost inside
And I thought you’d come out finally from where you’re cowering and hide
But you shackled yourself deep within to the chambers of my aching heart
And it hurts me, and perhaps you as well, when I try to pull you and I apart
So I left you as is, thought this fragile proposition was nice and harmless
‘Til I fell for your sapphire eyes so hard that the ground became bottomless
You’re dragging me down to the bottom of the abyssal lake, under the high glen
I can swim quite well against currents, but your added burden made me sink
So I inhaled the frosty waters, and I drank what’s left of my precious oxygen
Sustaining the life of my frozen heart with my warm soul as I wade in the ink
But you swam away from me cruelly, and tore my beating heart into pieces
Shattered the last vestiges of my dignity, leaving me alone and helpless
No longer can I weep, ma cherie, for crystal tears don’t flow in the undertow
Can you still feel my numb skin when I already can’t, love?…It feels so cold.
I was wounded once but can heal the pain, yet now I’ll be bleeding out forever
As you prowl among the oaken pews, searching for another victim wherever
I used to be just a broken bleeder, and you used to be just some senseless sinner
But corpses can’t bleed out anymore, dearest, and the devil’s always a clear-cut winner.
I’m not everything you wanted me to be
In a dream on the way to the hospital I’ll slip away
What’s happening to me?
And as you drag the lake and pull me out
Do you feel the shame inside you?
And as my body lays before you now
Do you feel my skin? It’s cold.