i possess the slashes of your invective. a struggle merely to sympathize. i'm alone in despair, and opened to virulence. as i'm intrigued, the stars implode, embers of light upon your graceful face. i open my eyes, but see no glory. there is no affection that emanates from you.
(carry the wounds)
these gashes of love
(carry the wounds)
cut up by love
i fall back ond dying limbs. i move too slow and begin to ferment. these feelings are immense, and all the lush is scorned of beauty. you pull me inside, i turn to ash. as i'm inhaled, i cry at this birth of death. for even in dying, i can't let go.
(carry the wounds)
these gashes of love
(carry the wounds)
cut up by love