Since i left,
Have your lips turned sour?
Has your voice turned to dust?
Your fingers that once
Had a tender touch
So supple
Turned to daggers
carving through the innocent's chests
In search of even an ounce
Of love?
Tell me baby -
Has your hair gone gray?
Your eyes, a deep red?
Your blood pale and blue?
Has your mind lost control?
Who runs it now?
Who is it that runs through it
Clumsily dropping everything
You treasured?
Everything now scattered?