cry your eyes out, darling
cure the laugh lines from your smile
set the dark shroud on your brow

keep the sunlight from your sight

in the small crowd above me

lead the conclave of my ties

in the somber sonance

of the dirge that i devised

to lament, to lament the murder

i performed when i drowned my ardour

in the blood that she let from her cut

to escape from the strain to feel good

now your force is beginning
resurrecting my desire
efflorescing within me
as your bloom falls where i lie

if my breaths recommence,
then i'll burn
from the caustic regrets in my blood
every pulse in the veins, a new wound
i'm afraid, i'm afraid to feel you

as you flood through the scars you opened
i feel the balsamic salve of your flush
alkalize and dissolve the mordant

every breath is a mend to old wounds
as it flows through the veins, i'm renewed
finally fit to begin to feel good