Open my wounds and rip out my veins.
Pack my arteries with plaque
And fill my lungs with acid.
These ways of torture do not amount to the pain
of how I feel when you're gone.
And you are gone.
I wish my heart would stop pumping this blue liquid through my veins
Inject memories of us into this stream, call it life, and I shall believe.
Jaded in your eyes. The eyes of the world.
The cold nipping and biting at my tips.
The sun burning through my retinas.
I don't need these fingers if I can't touch you.
If its you I'm not seeing, then take these eyes too.
Your voice is gone so take my ears; there is nothing else I'd rather hear.
Freeze the rivers, dry the oceans,
crumble the mountains and burn the forests,
I don't need them anymore.
No water for drinking, no trees for breathing.
Take my life to the in between and I will be happy once again.
This Life's one way path is so material;
What do we want?
A home that is left broken?
Friends that betray you?
Love when it is always breaking my heart?
A family that will die before my very eyes?
Ice will cut you in the winter time
and drown you when it starts to melt.
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