Iʼll find myself a place, to hide my body in, of salt the air will taste, while rocks abrade my skin. The tides will tell the time, where Iʼll forget the sun, and write by candle light, until Iʼve burned each one.
And Iʼll dream, wide awake, of your ribs, like a cage. For your blood, and your breath, I will haunt, myself till death.
I will erode away, just leave myself behind, before me separate, my body soul and mind. Reflection long since gone, unbiased hands have I, refashion what Iʼve lost, with no self as a guide.
And Iʼll dream, wide awake, of your ribs, like a cage. For your blood, and your breath, I will haunt, myself till death.
Though the molten wax, will burn my finger tips at first, it will harden fast, and numb me as it covers. This pale statue cast, in the image of myself, plotting out my last, ditch efforts to escape.
And Iʼll dream, wide awake, of your ribs, like a cage. For your blood, and your breath, I will haunt, myself till death.
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