Find yourself among the sea.
(We all know you'd kill to be clean)
You're dissolved memories rotting with purity
Unobstructed details of a killing spree.
You're ragged knots hanging in the tree
Vain attempts at writing new memories.
But god my god, you're too blind to see
Hell is with you in your veins as you sleep.
So bless me, or curse me, really
Whatever's easiest for you.
Your gut wrenching sorrow is getting old, too.
Do me a favor
Just once for me, please.
Count your blessings four by four by four
And with the scripture you hold to the highest degree
Shout to the condemned what exactly it is that you see.