Death Erection - WVRM

Sun rises

Alone again

Another night in the shack

Counting spiders

Eating ants

This life is slow death

I am a ghost haunting my own house

Killing myself from the inside out

Waiting on the call that will never come

The solace in your voice when I’m reminded of home

Thoughts drift back to those anguished days

Bitter words

Broken strength

As I try to forget every contour of your face

Killing myself below your tower of gold

Building a ladder of blood and bone

Filling my lungs as I open the wound

And let spill the floods of you

Hold me as I slit my throat and bleed you out across a grey sky

As it fills and spills over every pavement crack we walked on as kids

Please, my heart

Come back