My bleeding is my breathing
Laying on the floor
Tile beneath my naked skin
My hands reaching for the door
Escaping from my veins
My voice calls out for you
Being early is just too late
The lies are always true
The virgins are always tainted
The dark is always pure
The secrets that are painted
A curse is just a cure
But my bleeding is my breathing
Resting upon the floor
Carpet against my flesh
Soaking up liquor
Draining from my eyes
The tears run out to you
Friend my enemy
Waiting for intolerance
The limit my starting line
The deepness is just too shallow
The gifts are always the fine
Death is the birth of the beautiful repugnance
But bleeding is my breathing