I'm so sick, so sick of myself, mother, say you'll pray for me, I'm premature in my decay...
As I lie in this garden of false prophecy, I kiss my wounds with salty lips...For you have left me here, forgotten, alone...and I scream...
I wonder if I ever cross your mind...interuppting your everyday thoughts...yet quickly brushed away to the back of your mind...and I cry...
I think back to when our roses stood entwined...thorns caressing violently...surrounding us in a trance of love...life...and blood...and I stand...
Your kisses were my nourishment...you let them wash away...in the black waters of the ocean...my bones scrape against the outside of my skin...depraved, unworthy...and I walk...
Closer and closer...to the heart that once welcomed me...now barricaded with nails and hate...hate and locks...weak fists pound yearning to be let back in...but you've forgotten...you've left me alone...and I fall...I cry...I scream...I die at the entrance to my life...
I wonder if I ever cross your mind...interuppting your everyday thoughts...yet quickly brushed away to the back of your mind...and I cry...
I think back to when our roses stood entwined...thorns caressing violently...surrounding us in a trance of love...life...and blood...and I stand...
Your kisses were my nourishment...you let them wash away...in the black waters of the ocean...my bones scrape against the outside of my skin...depraved, unworthy...and I walk...
Closer and closer...to the heart that once welcomed me...now barricaded with nails and hate...hate and locks...weak fists pound yearning to be let back in...but you've forgotten...you've left me alone...and I fall...I cry...I scream...I die at the entrance to my life...