When you take a look at me
you bloodied piece of starving flesh,
that king God gave a land of nothing to,
you better realize the cataclysmic force that
has brought me to my knees at your thrown.

You better realize that my mind has gone
Into a black pit of death that can only be replaced
By you.
My sorrow can only be placed by
You.
I can only be alive
For you.

So take my hand
And cut it off.
Take my mind and carve it
Out of my skull.
Take my heart and drink
Its blood.

And if the light hasn’t yet flickered upon me,
Then,
Only then I ask you to do the wretched task
Of kissing me again.