Obsidian Halo

I thank you for the scars

They are the lines that grace my wrists today

Have you come to collect the heart

Of the ghost you left of me?

The purest cloth drapes sinners

Fetid shroud if lifeless need

In my heart she lies embedded

Yet I know she'll never set me free

Fire burns my blood when I touch you

Your heart bestowed upon me

How I prayed for a fallen angel

With worn out wings and a vampire's smile

I was sent a broken angel

Yet I'm still alone on this crooked mile

She's beauty and death

Take my last breath

I'd gladly give it away

She's wet on my lips

The scars on my wrists

Inflicted by her misery

So I'll speak in fragments

My daily crucifixion

You can't hold on anymore

Fire burns my blood when I touch you

Your heart bestowed on me

You tell me that its art and your tears

Are made of lies

Lies

Hanging from your halo

Fire burns my blood when I touch you

Your heart bestowed on me

You tell me that its art and your tears

Are made of lies

Hanging from your obsidian halo

The problem with the dead

They always come back again

Choking on your obsidian halo

Save your screams for savior scenes

Hanging from your obsidian halo

The problem with the dead

They always come back again

The dead come back again