Seeing the sun in the full moon’s embrace
I tried to find my thoughts in my ills
Carved out of the vividness of life
Head down I dove in my cheapest thrills
Pick my scabs, oh blessed brother
Make me bleed to punish my sorrow
Be the one and be no other
Try to make me sane tomorrow
Inclined I sit with my head in my hands
Tears of madness flow down my cheeks
Grief became the permanent time’s stand
And grief became the bane I seek
Fall my scabs do unto this earth
Divinity now knows my choices
Living may be of nothing’s worth
Life will now but speak those voices
Bleeding still, I lie with my sorrow
The crimson shade of scarlet so sick
Brother please kill me tomorrow,
or till eternity my scabs I will pick.