Amenra : Mass II : Sermons
My heart is cold.
And so am I.
I sacrifice my heart to you.
So full/fool of you.
I cannot hear my bones break loud enough.
(I am so desperate to prove that I am alive.)
But you have bled me for the last time.
I am your god.
2. A PROMISE TO MAKE
I felt/you said.
You/I was the promise.
You/I made to your/my heart.
I am still a lonely soul.
Stitches are sewn into my lips.
My eyes scream for one last time.
As they are laced shut.
With your touch.
3. FROM BIRTH TO GRAVE, FROM SHADOW TO LIGHT
I am cutting of my fingers one by one.
Needle and tread (a ten bead necklace, for you.)
You are smiling.
For the first and the last time.
My body still bleeds invisible.
Chains encircle my broken wrists.
But we can get out of them.