too far,
too far,
the blood runs red.
too much,
too much,
take her instead.

i'll sacrifice her to the stars,
tear apart her beating heart,
i'll do anything for you -
I said this from the start.

too far,
too far,
the blood runs red.
too much,
too much,
take her instead.

she is dead and i am alive,
living wrapped beneath your side
i wish i could say i felt bad,
but she never knew what she never had.

She cracks her bones like whips,
augmenting her limbs and fingertips
like a demon i cannot satiate

Play with me, I hear her shout
and all I want is to get out,
an endless loop I must escape.

I never want to see these dreams again,
a distorted body, my dear friend,
I mourn the monster you've become.

It's time to end what I've begun.

I met the girl of twisted eyes,
her body scavenged by the flies;
they gasp beneath her ashen skin,
they're drowning in what's never been.

"Don’t flinch, or else!"

She was born from the rib
of Jesus himself,
an angel’s light dancing
through cigarette smoke.

She nips at my shoulder.
I am older than I thought
I would ever live to be
by about a century and a half,
maybe more,
maybe less -
I second guess myself too much.

Her bedroom is royal blue,
with white lace to match
the thong strewn across the lampshade
like a barricade against the light;
flickering, flickering, flickering...
I can just make out her parents' bickering
in the salt on her lips.

I am younger than I thought
I would ever live to be;
she rejuvenates me,
and I hate every moment
I spend in her head.

"Good morning" he chirps
as I am mourning my lost
childhood stupor.

"Good night" he whispers
between kissing my cheek and
the door slamming shut.

Bear me from your hip;
bleed me into existence
through the sharpest note.

I am not afraid of anything
that man could ever touch,
I had the stance of warriors
and eyes that saw too much.

There is beauty in the downfall
of this violent tragedy;
I'm calling out your name now,
are you reaching down to me?