sleep becomes
a shelter from
a memory half dead
the house is full of spiders now
there's a rage inside my head
obsession wears your wedding gown
down to a thread
and this heartless wilderness
held you as you bled
sleep becomes
a shelter from
a memory half dead
the house is full of spiders now
there's a rage inside my head
obsession wears your wedding gown
down to a thread
and this heartless wilderness
held you as you bled