Your Touch Versus Death

eyes of celibates
burning images
worn down rotted lies
lips dried peeling
eyes separate our lives

dead underneath your skin
this blood's not mine you fucking whore
you don't deserve my Gods
you're a deified angel
you leave me sickened in prayer

it's the residing disease in me that sheds it's halos for whores

it leaves my wrists cut with jaded tongues

your eyes (your eyes)
freeze my (your eyes freeze my)
fire (your eyes my fire)
of innocence

whores addictions
souls salvation (I said it I'm so tired so)
please bury me
they broke my wings in an attempt to
divide a sickness
from comfort
of open wounds
wide eyed I died
wide eyed I died
wide eyed I died