So now I am pieces
Holding together the little that we have
The memories loving the blood
The blood fucking the despair
A mess of red and storms
An overcaste body
With the memories giving orders
And the matter following
This level of life I find myself adjusting to
Just might be the bed I will sleep in
I could start and end in this broken existence
And I won't know the difference between the  two
But this will be comfort of my new bed
I can feed off this blackened harmony
I do not need any fucking bliss
I do not need any any thoughts of you
I will not feed my starving heart your kiss
I will thrive off my screams that survived
And I will lose myself forever
In the darkness my eyes spill