Christ, I'm fresh dead torn from your cross My God my hope bled just wicked world loss. Toss coins in collection it's too little too late buy Katie's affection she ate an empty plate.
I could write something beautiful And poetic About his lack of love for me But the emptiness Consumes all my senses And I fear all the words that come to mind when I think of him are
If you speak with sweet lithe tongue, my sanguine heart will hear. If you sing refrains unsung, my soul becomes a tear. But, if you say you love me not, I will not live the night. For you are all there is of me, my heart, my breath, my sight.
Morning glides its sticky honey hands through your window dances across your closed eyelids Born into the sunlight that Burns into you and Pulls up your glazed eyes, Pushes you back into your nightmare