you took my hand and brought me down in the morning and i was sitting, waiting for the telephone to swallow me whole.
i saw your face reflected on the resonant screen and i watched your mouth moving like a tired machine trying to plead with me trying to swallow me whole.
it's been a while since I've been gone and away and i watched your eyes reflect me in a terrible way as you cast your gaze to the flickering hall.
and you knelt beside me and you started to pray and the whites of your eyes blackened with a hardened decay and you talked to me in a broken voice
"in your open mouth silence me in the coursing blood in my eyes dress me in your clothes and swallow me whole"