[MaryMagdaQueenofQueens]

I speak in phrases torn and visions indiscreet
I place it on a pedastool and upon your feet
You Brazen vessel, with nothing left to hide
Shame would try to eat you, if you didnt drown in the tide.
But i see me swimming, and its something of a show
To be right above the surface of the floor which is below.
Its never good enough to try to be the best
Its only good when your missing half your chest
But I want something more, not of what I've ever been wanting
And when I rise above the floor, oh, Nostalgia is haunting
it wants to take my chest drill a hole right through the rib
make me suffer in guilt for everything i ever did.
I can hold my body weight with two nails and two wrists
it wants to take my chest, it says that it must try
it wants to burn holes in me until I want to die
It hurts to say I love want it because its so hard to see
and its easy to tell that it never helped me.
I wish it was gone, I mean is it that easy
Or is it just a passing season...