Imagine your ice cold fingers
Like melting candle wax,
Seeping onto a window pane,
Waiting for the ever looming climax.
Imagine a bed of flower thorns,
Digging into your skin.
Convince yourself it's normal,
Tell yourself to start again.
Wait patiently for the sound of the lark.
Wait quietly for the non-existent spark.
Tell all your friends and your ex lovers too,
Tell me what they think of you.
When morning is gone and night won't start,
Make yourself pull apart
From the demons inside your soul.
I won't follow them where they go.
If you cry before you wake,
Say one good prayer for goodness sake.
And if you die before you rise,
There's nothing left to do.