Be there as my walls fall down and tiptoe inside my cold little ground, stay close as I build them back, smiling without a sound.
You're near, I can sense it, inside my dark, sad world.
Seeing, I am upside down, my smile is just a frown.
Take a seat and sit with me, along the thorns and blood.
Watch as I cry salt-sweat droplets from the strength I do not want.
Wipe them away with your burning lips that set warmth into the glacier, that's my soul.
Take my cup of cold, thick blood, the stream which spilt from my injured limb as if an angry flood.
Drink it and accept my flaw, I am the one who draws my blood.
Butterfly kiss my wounds and breast, where underneath my cold heart rests, pumping blood into the veins I've slit so many times.
My inside out, blood screaming what I cannot whisper, my scars are my shout.
Hold my heart within the silk-satin box, open it upon the day, allow the sun to melt away my confusion and turmoil.
My sadness will return like the putrid air into my lungs