Love of mine, hold my voices still
Theyve been wandering about with knives, and noise and pain
hold them, make them stop, they take my will
they turn friends into grotesque figures
of pleasure and of pain, of sin and screams
and moans I cannot stop to hear.
hold my hands, my temples hurt
hold my heart, my voices bruise.
words, love, I wish I knew better
I am in
Shhh love.