Stitches & Scars

Hypnotized by her mesmerizing gaze  
and psychotic smile  
Watching the irregular patterns drip    
lovely crimson like holy wine  
“Taste my love, it’s all for you”, she said  
  
Through hazed windows, tortured souls with suicide dreams  
wander through these ancient streets, forgiving no one their transgressions  
Yet their ignorance betrays them  
  
But inside here, the razor burns so good  
O, blissful release!    
He reflects upon her stitches and scars  
His heart cries and his ego thinks    
He can save her… But, he can’t save her  
  
Through hazed windows, tortured souls with suicide dreams  
wander through these ancient streets, staggering into their regression  
Moving to rhythmic gothic beat  
  
Calling him her dark angel, her saviour  
brings her no relief  
They raved for days down in the catacombs  
That was not deep enough for her,  
descending where he could not follow  
  
Through hazed windows, tortured souls with suicide dreams  
wander through these ancient streets, with eyes wide open and mouths sewn shut  
In silent expression of pain  
  
Laying together on the cold stone floor  
Naked and entwined    
With lips stained from the metallic liquid    
He stares into her eyes and says,  
“Vous etes dans mon coeur et dans ma tete”  
  
Through hazed windows, tortured souls with suicide dreams    
dance throughout these ancient streets; they’re all bound up with stitches and scars  
They’ll renew again tomorrow