the more things you have from me
the more I am with you
for all these
lifeless pieces
are filled with my soul
and gonna live on longer than you or I do
the more you have of it
the more I am with you
put it all together
under the light of the crimson moon
and feel my hand touch you
the more you have of it
the more I have you
put them on your bed, in a circle
and sleep inside of it
and you will feel me
inside you
the more you have of it
the less I need to be around
lifeless things won't get angry or sad
they will look at you the same
every single day
the more you have of it
the more you have me
the metal is filled with my blood
the fabric is laced with my hair
and the words they took my feelings
for I have non no more
the more you have of it
the less I have of myself
Im scattered in
small lifeless forms around you
hoping dust won't be my only embrace
the more you have of it
the less I'm bound to flesh
as long as you preserve every piece
every metal, fabric
every tought, every word
I'm immortal
the more you have of me
around your neck
the more of me
is wrapped around your breasts
the more of me
hugs tightly round your waists
the more of me
brushes your legs,
and the insides of your thighs
the more
of my bloody insides turns your room scarlet
the more
my blood colours your hair shinier
the more
it bathes your skin in reincarnation
the more
of my bones you put
on your hands, legs, neck, head
the more
shards of my rotten soul,
can find their way
to you
and what I said is written in your heart
and what I said is written on your skin
and when I brush of your tears
I write new words on your cheeks
and I whisper them to all those lifeless things
before I send them out to you
and what I give is words in form
and what I give is toughts in shape
and what I get is much much more
