You don’t understand

You don’t think I am

Enough to love, to love

The sad breaking of bones

Just to feel reality

In this psychosis of dreams

If only I could see

And the pain that I weep

Turns red in my sleep

And smoothness is torn

By blade and by burn

I know how it works

I’ve written my last words

And all that’s left is to try

And no one can blame me for trying

And no one can blame me for trying