There’s a numbness in my body like a dead leg,
It comes from my heart and messes with my head.
I try to feel the real me,
Through harm and through pleasure.
I’ve been hurt so many times,
I just stand in bad weather.
The scratches feel like kisses.
My body a temple,
Of doom.
With only devils who enter,
I dust away the grooms.
No suitable matches,
In this chapel that looms,
An eirie cry of lonely tunes.
I turn away from help,
My cries just go straight to hell,
Nobody bothers with the lies they tell,
Otherwise they risk falling under my spell.
