Your hands of thorns
Embrace my neck
Crimson adorns my shortened breath
A screen of mesh
Over my chest
This waste of flesh is second-best
Through ruins of my damaged care
(You are relapsing, it's not hard to see)
I'm glad that you're still standing there
(When you're crumbling, collapse into me)
As limits bend
Our minds ascend
I am your slave until the end
When you caress
All that is left
Cover my eyes, lay me to rest
