In the darkness of my heart
Such clawing, stabbing pulsing I cannot seem to cease
Such fragility, such beautiful shards of broken minds
And through a thousand cuts
I willingly sink
This emptiness has become my soulmate
It looks up to me, the void looks up to me
I weep for days of colour
All virtue is askew
And nature grows old
Through my veins
All nature grows cold
Through my veins