Labyrinthine Straight Ways - Nahemah

You put all my destinies as domino pieces

Falling slowly into a silent descent

Playing quickly your hands seem so sterile

Could you turn my blood into art?

I doubt it so…

Your hands are a perfect reflection of your soul.

Decline all your words to white

The back door is open for you all the time

My back caressing your knife

Could you turn my blood into art?

I doubt it so…

Your hands are a perfect reflection of your soul,

These hurricane pieces fall surrounding you.

The last theatre in the reticule.

Is this my new oxygen?

Is this what you have prepared for me?

A dance of suicidal drops

Could you turn my blood into art?

I doubt it so…

Your hands are a perfect reflection of your soul,

These hurricane pieces fall surrounding you.