All my life I’ve felt this beating,
Tender bleeding of my heart.
Dripping blood upon my sleeve
As it rips itself apart.
An idle mind makes empty plans,
But an Idle heart cannot survive.
As it is bleeding, it will stop beating
If I can’t find another life.
In this way I am a Parasite…
Only thriving when I’m not alone.
I’ll cut my tongue on empty promises,
Then pick my teeth with lovers bones.
I find no pleasure in their pain,
But it is the only thing I know.
In my mind there is a problem,
But in my soul there is a hole.
So turn away and let me starve,
Or tie me to your burning cross.
Either way I’ll be forgotten.
Either way I will be lost.