Woorden: Moist. Creature. Hate.

hate crowded by the empty room
bitterness will run you through
if you're in the way
love broken by the dragon's wings
prayed for one bright thing
guess i'll have to wait
dragged me out
frightened by my nakedness
frightened by my own sweet smell
i know hate
words spit into porous wind
violence blows you in
if you're in the way
mine a victim of the cold parade
silenced some might say
guess it came too late
dragged me out
frightened by my nakedness

frightened by my own sweet smell
i know hate
and it brings me comfort
then it breaks my back
precious pulls me under
till I can't get back
and you might be sorry
but this time i know
places fought for left alone
sleep can't save me numbing
dragged me out
fin my nakedness
in my own sweet smell
i know i know i know