Year of the Knife
Deep Into The Night
Your stayed hand and pursed lips combine
Leading your eyes to something I'm so ashamed to hide
Use your fingernails
Dig right through
Sift through each facet of my self
Force your fingers deeper
Touch what won't free
Your soft touch unearthing something so goddamn raw
So fearful to face it alone
Being lead by hand to deepest parts of these catacombs
A gentle caress just consumes me
Yet life still escapes from my grasp
Can fractured words catch intention?
Or will these dead notes just drag me down
Speech escapes me
If I could only beg for you
That certain grace evading
If only fate had a stake in this
Lead me
As my horror floods your empty heart
Lead me
As I completely break you apart
Lead me
Lead me