The killer took the hand of the small child
And pulled roses from her smile
“Is this how you keep your flowers?”
“Under glass, no beauty can endure…”
And we watched from a lonely starch white bed
And you put your hands to mine
“Can you still feel these holes?
…That my waken skin did bear”
You gave a small laugh and assured me
That you still held the nails …these nails
You gave a small laugh and assured me
That you still held these nails…these nails
And we walked through fields laden with crosses
For each brave soul there stands a cross
I am not a brave soul
But you built for me an alter anyway
With your skin of silk…
I do think of this often
Though my eyes grow dim with tears
And surely the end
However it shall be
Waits for pity…or amusement
For see my eyes this mockery
Any warmth you find in my embrace
For I am dead
And these shadows you promised
Would comfort me
Now drown me in their emptiness
Drown me in their emptiness