Inspiration from Lips Of Ashes by Porcupine Tree.
Carrying you through cold moonlight
Blood filling up my footsteps in the snow
A foreshadow trailing me
Your heartbeat slowing fast.
I dig deeper into your pale skin
As if afraid to let go
A hidden urge leading me
Your black eyes leaking the past.
Empty barn in the middle of nowhere
I lay you gently on my jacket
A chapel bell tolls somewhere
This night isn’t what I had in mind.
Rust replaces your scent
This dead stop that we’re at
I know I should lament
But my nerves sing with an evil energy.
Known you longer than you can imagine
Your life so chaotic
You saw a distraction in me
I saw a much needed narcotic.
You look so pretty as you sleep
In the white, ageless and trapped
Invite me into your dream
Tie a string that will never snap.
You try to speak with parted lips
But the words leave through your wounds
Did you ask for a last dance?
You always said I was a good listener.
Worked out every situation you can imagine
But not a crash this chaotic
Hush, I’m trying to work out a way
To make your end a little erotic.
You’ve exhausted yourself with this world
It’s time to slow down
Feel the slow burn of my chest against yours
You’ve ran enough, it’s time for a promenade.
The ravens signal a snow storm
Eyeliner and blood paints your face
Just take my hand
Let’s complete this unholy embrace.
. . . . . . . . . . .
A hundred questions, I can’t imagine
Am I a being so chaotic?
I’ve lost you, I’ve found a side to myself
Can’t decide which is more tragic.
The sun shines
On your sequined tress
My fangs retract
Off this tangled mess.
Did we stand a chance?
Doesn’t matter, the string has snapped
What could we have become?
I guess I’ll never know
What have I become?
Some kind of monster in the snow.