I spend my days collecting pieces of you
If I can fashion myself in your image
Perhaps I'll influence you to follow in my step
The less I attempt to control you, the less I know myself
Giving my life away to further another's cause
Are you sympathetic to such a purpose?
Love is no salve but rather brings destruction
I now trade you in for the me I once was
In every mirror I see your face
My own malformed
The skull of an angel held in my hands
To which I question meanings of my identity
She fell from the heavens to stop the earth
Blood turned to vinegar; I choked on my words
Vultures rejoiced and devils died
I watched the only god I'd had wither and die
In the space that remains everything is sterile
Right angles and greyscale buildings
Rats wearing ties feast on the remnants
Can they see me in my cell?
Out of the public eye do I exist?
No vacancies remain in their hollows
Yesterday fades as if ending credits intend on appearing
They've stopped listening long ago...
