art by TINA BERNING |
Behind my smile it shakes my teeth
And all the while as vampires feed ... I bleed.
Prithee, my dear, why are we here?
Nobody knows, we go to sleep
As breathing flows, my mind secedes ... I bleed.
There's a place in the buried west in a cave
With a house in it, in the clay
The holes of hands, you can place a hand in hand ... I bleed.
The holes of hands, you can place a hand in hand ... I bleed.