QT
I’m someone else’s name, or even just a soundDelicate, like a seashell’s inner chambersI’m the weeping tenderness of slender armsThe Holy Ghost gazing from an icon
I’m something you can’t changeA torn cry of agony, a final realizationA thread torn from pearl-white daysLost long ago when she still loved you
Despair grips this machine’s heartI’m afraid of nothing, just like youI understand
A closed circuit, a humming currentI spit in the face of the pastFlecked with blood
I’m starlight, millions of years oldPiercing the weakness of human eyesI’m a blade gleaming “no”Cutting away the the joy that was ours
Despair grips this machine’s heartI’m afraid of nothing, just like youI understand
A closed circuit, a humming currentI spit in the face of the pastFlecked with blood