Each morn I sit and watch the waters, as your
As I cradle what you told me toStill defined by
Another beat of my dead heartWith no-one else to hearConsume
Touch the skin as it turns to dustAs the anger
My conceptionMy life beginning as I bleedBreathe in angerBreathe the
Watch with fascinationWe slice old scars againBleached by love that
Suffer like you told me toThis blood sells wellDraped beneath
Worship the corpse of a crucifixEmbrace the blood of your
As I turn awayFrom fragmented livesI can feel an answerIn
Seamless as it lingersIn a fractured lieIf it ends without
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