Please cut this noose, untie these hands for me
They will insurrect my former self
Hide behind your failed design
Perfect its imperfections
IMPERFECTIONS
I’ll carry out the plans of old
I’ll dig through the remains of my ruins
I’ll dig through the remains
Unearthing something, truly remarkable
Once hidden by your opaque heart
I’ll carry out plans of old
Digging through the remains of my ruins
From this day forth, your love will poison no longer
A strange suffocation, enticing existence
It’s comforting, the artificial life
A ghostly bliss without your kiss
Never grasping what you’ve hoped for
Translucent hands pass through the sunlight
You’ll never feel that loving glow
Damned to be deprived of the blissful warmth of heaven
As you dissipate into shadows