Binge - Marriages

So loud

The voice

The life

I take

The sand

From ground

To hand

I make

So harsh

The noise

It soils

My, my

My head

Head

It hurts for miles

I can’t

And I won’t

Be stormed

And be still

From what

Still burns

What I choose

To kill

So

Oh blood

Don’t tell me what should live when

I have come from Hell

And I should know what love is

Blood

Blood

Blood

Blood

Yes

Blood

On my hands

I did

Drugged down

In depths

Of mine

Unsolved

Inside

My child

I swept

To where a whore would ride me

Call me by my birth name

Call it, too, beside me

Oh blood

Don’t tell me what should live when

I have come from Hell

And I should know what love is

Oh Death

Oh Death

My good, sweet friend

Won’t you lend your hand and

Be it gently lent when

Oh him

Oh him

When he come and went said

Won’t you lend your hand then

Oh gently lance it

Don’t tell me how my blood should live

I was born here empty

When I’ve naught to give and

This how a war inside will find me

Ruin good, sweet friends and

Ruin digging sites

To where the whore she rides me

Calls me by my first name

Calls it at my bedside

Oh blood

Don’t tell me what should live as

I have come from Hell

And I should know what love is