(0233) benediction

cut these nails under your frozen stare as i recoil.
left you on that floor of ice - i guess you weren't so loyal.

the blackest crow of your sorrow is running out of carrion.
lick up what's left or hold your breath. it's the only other option.

somewhere in this constellation, i'll breathe in whatever's given.
what was that you tried to stutter? it turned out to be a work of fiction.

broken mirror cut my face up... now i'm dripping blood in the presence of your god.

sew the slivers up and take an overdue vacation.
can't enjoy the falling leaves because there's no sensation.

the patient has relapsed again. is that really so surprising?
information makes it's way to those who need to start deciding.

where were you inside this coffin? i woke up with a melted smile.
thought that you would never leave me even if only for just a little while.

broken mirror cutting up my face... now i'm dripping blood in the presence of your god.

this conversation leads nowhere... it's all imagination.
loosen up your molar teeth... prepare for benediction.

the days go by, but we don't ask why the seeds have never sprouted.
we hold the gun to the dying sun before it gets too clouded.

carrying the vaccine in one hand while the other injects disease.
don't bother pulling up your eyelids. there's nothing here to see.

broken mirror fucked our faces up... now we just drip blood in the presence of your god.