(my dreams all died when i saw her face...
she climbed inside and took their place)
A color swims inside my eyes
in seas of black
and then it dies
a disease feeds on my rotting mind
when it gets done
what will you find
No sinking, seething, deep-black hole
No pointless, empty lack of soul
but a little boy all black and blue
(caresses we received from you)
We love the pain, both he and I
for silly little reasons why
we crave the hurt
because it's your touch
oh and bless my skin with cuts like such
What makes you turn away from me
(i am so messed up)
oh please tell me
i'm screaming out on your stretching rack
(would you please take this knife out of my back)
These are the Things i see when i close my eyes
innocence is screaming as purity dies
Kiss this temple to sadness, this altar for tears,
this shoulder of Madness, this friend so dear...
feeling weak and so pathetic
my pain is my own anaesthetic
to be hurt so much more each day
it numbs me bit by bit
away
Things I See
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