---

Chambers in which it holds

The beauty of rost

Lips like scissors

Without any words

Eyes cannot see

what's upon

Soaring my skin

My wound gallery

She'll never know it

I keep her blind

From the rusting

In my heart

It's devoured

By rats

Plates of bones

Fistfuls of snow

She'll never know

How to talk

Because it's the now

Not the past

Let's make a promise

To burn the sky

Let's make storms ring

Let's die tonight

I make an offering

To whatever you ask

Give you my skin

Every single part

Look at the pupils

Of a swan

Faced with fears

When it's night

Blades and mirrors

Seem to ask

For milk to spoil

For you to hide

Dissapear next morning

To get lost

From here you was

There's no one but you

Who hears my cries

Voices turn mute

Still you hear my whispers

Just don't look

Cover your eyes

Any myth of meaning

Will spill blood

Sliced even when dreaming

Beds covered with wine

Decorated with vomit

Conveying how much she wants

This rattle to finish

Coming from inside

Always observing

Faith to ignite

How she want's me

In her life

Cleans the rust

From my heart

Sorrowful beauty

Take another glass

Our notebooks are empty

For expression to last

As long as it wants

Any part

Slowly piling up

Aching but inspiring

Debris and metaphor

At the same time

When you sleep

You cannot hide

Shadows can't be seen

There is no light

Cannot hear them sing

Cannot hear them talk

Angels holding flowers

With their wounded hands

Violent figures pity

Such fragile hearts

The purple is disturbing

From traces she left behind

I see the stamps of her feet

I know the shape of her paws