I’m as useless as a dry camellia
Lying on the window sill.
Looking over the city lights
I drain the last of my hopes
Outside the tall building window.
My thoughts are carving calligraphic letters
Out on my bones and muscles.
Every curve and every stroke
Of my mind’s deadly brush
Makes me want to scratch my own brain out
And eat it while I’m still conscious.
Morbid eyes are getting deeper
As they let your enchantment through.
Melody of agony is so bitter,
And yet so beautiful,
Just like those little moments
When you’re holding a sharp shiny knife in your hand.
Cut me open, tear the flesh from my bones,
And read my mind.