I forget how sweet you are until I let you in. A guiding star that burns me on the inside, an altar to agony for sacrificing fear upon – failure is a fetish if you let it best you.
I wanted to talk to you but don’t know that you’d want me to
I don’t know of a place but hell where everything feels wrong
And it seems wrong to say that and it seems wrong to feel guilty
I have no right to you and nothing ever comes back
You were supposed to go screaming at the void
With my heart in your hand, beating away at the sun or the devil
And I want so desperately to be able to say
Well, here we are now
But we’re not
A magnet walking through a rusty desert
Picking up the wind and dusty pleasure
Harried by the hands of heavy hematite
Where were you really, where did you go?
Who was I to you, who did you really know?
A serpent sunlash pouring from the dawn
Bleeding in the iris, ripping out the eyelids
Insomnia (wanting you) inside (death and timing)
If you go it’s because I let you
And I’m not ready
Come back to me and let me be
