Your tongue's not needed to make me bleed

I've got razor blades to cut me

the drugs don't soften only silent me -

the writings on the wall


Oh Christ,


how long do I have to fall?

- - -

I took a bite of the apple and it soured in my mouth
again my mood has plummeted, dived South

the world stands with shifty feet and itchy gazes
as upon my mind the Archangel grazes

using his claws to separate my dying thoughts
his sly tongue lilts and distorts

The Pale God is dead, and so are all the other jokes
I grasped my nastiest and mercilessly choked

the nights out of my constant nightmares
but now I cannot think, now I am scared

I've destroyed so much I no longer cease to exist
just floating in this universe like a pathetic mist

I have tasted lust, I have tasted perfection

I have been betrayed by trust and ridiculed by deception

Happiness, if only.