I wish I could say
I wasn't obsessed
but my life is too old to be mine
wither and worn, each day feels
like I've already lived it
years and years ago

this body of mine
like a shell made of wire
a sheet of remiss
over indifferent bliss

I can notice the blood
running from his lips
he was biting his tongue
for the silent dismiss

he stares at me like a nest on a branch
a rarity of the natural world
creatures of anticipation
speaks to me like a spirit through a vent
with a voice so tender, I've come to resent
the aching in my back
for the restless intent

[In sickness you abandoned me,
in health my body had failed] - closing song?

took a happy soul and darkened her
for an empty promise of fulfillment
for one fabulous future

I need more control
never really saying no,
other women are shorting me
of time to be spent with you.
uncommon dread
starts filling my head
you're the only thing that matters in the end

There's a riff that rips at the seams of my memories

Can you hurt yourself to remember

the heaven we gave up on?

Flying high with eyes of green

King of the underground music scene

And me, in the woodwork

Desperate for a darker fix

A flawless fuse, but our love has been shorted.

Holy hallways and locked bedroom doors
Fallen into a smoke, an aroma of sin
Stand tall, wondrous teacher
Don't reveal us to God.

The temptations we succumb to
Would most under-impress.
Broken glass, I'm stuck in a mask
So desperate to breathe
So hopeful to leave
This damning place, I'm a sinner
Among pews filled with saints
A heart draped into dark seas
With no hopes of being restored

Who, then, is my Lord?
Who am I, at my core?

I can't bear to leave you tonight
I may fall ill of the loneliness instilled
In my heart each time we must painfully part
Morning regret, mourning
I have waited, I've cried, I've so hopelessly tried to find you
Listening to the same songs
Until we become consciously insane
And clinically deranged

Black merlot, how you're sinking so low
a star-shaken sunrise, and a dead moon's goodbye.

My sweet fallen angel, with eyes like red berries.

Bury me in your darkness,
clothe me in warm satin sheets.

Your soft cherry cheek-press and evil's temptations.

I had not a choice,
this life is not mine.

Light of weight, glass almost half-full of wine.

A guiding fire,
the brilliance through the trees.

Summon slow, ghostly show . . .

Oh, how you've possessed me, my little merlot.