Fallen over the edge of the canyon,
Stumbling through the black.
A million, million needles
Lodged deep in my back.
Isolation heavy,
Like a fog and I can't breathe;
I don't know how I got here
And I don't know how to leave.
Crysanthemummies sleeping
Lambpyres keeping watch,
I walked the line between art and life
And fell into an ink splotch.
The kisses I can't feel
Like I have someone else's lips
The music has no meaning
Like I'm dancing in a crypt.
My eyes see nothing but black
As though they're filled with tar;
I can't even feel the razor,
It leaves nothing but a scar.