Blood ridden hands are the first things
To come through the bed

When all the pain in your life

Comes to a head

Poor lost soul
With no place to go

Wait until winter
And you'll know

Three years fold through your lies untold

Innocence undoes her blindfold

Who else's hands have touched
Who I best understand

Held close the neck and waist
Of my adult orphan

This summer ends
The evenings we spent

Life under China dinner din

Wishes best to mystery address

I found deep in your occult key chest

On my suicide cloud
Left me in the pit of my morning pout

An emptiness throughout

This scarred and sullied soul you threw out

What possessed you not to include me

How have you failed to invite me

How could you laugh with her in that theatre

When you're off and I'm alone