“the dark is empty; many of our heroes have been wrong”
it is so violently soothing,
this abyss of ours.
Let me give you my heart
beneath a red moon
and let us seal all of our sins with a poisonous kiss.
Hail Mary for all that you’ve done for me,
Hail Mary for all that we have endured,
our pain isn’t love
and the wine that we shared
is the blood of our sacrifice.
Rosary and a deathhand, I forgive you
Rosary and a deathhand, I love you
Rosary and a death hand, I hate you.
“Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow,”
these words escape my lips, and I ask to myself
how did we end up like this, my darling,
on our knees, begging to a false and lying God
and the crimson in the snow,
paints a picture of our souls,
so scarred and alone; all I can do is beg
crucify me, my darling,
and leave me to die,
then breathe all life
into my cold lips;
oh it is so warm in this endless abyss,
and deep in my melancholy heart,
I do not wish to be brought back to life
so leave me here, baby
drowning in silver tears of empty recollections
and a rosary and a deathhand.
Kiss the thorns of the withering rose,
and show me your love; show me your gun,
together, we can be Sid and Nancy,
together forever
dead on the winter floor.