She wants to live by the sea.
She wants to keep me in the dark.
She wants to know my crimes,
To help me through everything.
She wants to build me from dust.
She kept them for me.
Old friends lie waiting.
Old memories like bits of silver,
Deadly,
Dark intention lines the virgin blades.
My friends.
And she wants to be wed beneath the sky,
to console me like a child, to unveil the worst of me.
She wants to be understood.
She wants to understand,
and yet,
What understanding can there be for one depraved and torn as me?
Twisted,
Maimed,
Beyond recognition.
I am nothing.
I am dead.
I am bleeding,
Life within collapsing flesh.
Just open and release, all this vain despair will cease.
And yet,
she likes it when I'm mad.
She knows my moods.
She listens for my key in the door, knows my step on the stare.
She wants to complete me, to possess,
but how can she start to claim a heart so powerless, Agains,
the smooth and easy course she offers,
Smooth as an ever-rolling sea,
When the light plays softly, softly,
When the surface stills,
When the shadows bend.