The killer took the hand of the small child And pulled roses from her smile “Is this how you keep your flowers?” “Under glass, no beauty can endure…”
And we watched from a lonely starch white bed And you put your hands to mine “Can you still feel these holes? …That my waken skin did bear”
You gave a small laugh and assured me That you still held the nails …these nails You gave a small laugh and assured me That you still held these nails…these nails
And we walked through fields laden with crosses For each brave soul there stands a cross I am not a brave soul But you built for me an alter anyway With your skin of silk…
I do think of this often Though my eyes grow dim with tears And surely the end However it shall be Waits for pity…or amusement
For see my eyes this mockery Any warmth you find in my embrace For I am dead
And these shadows you promised Would comfort me Now drown me in their emptiness Drown me in their emptiness