You look so pretty when you cry. Don't wanna hit you but the only thing. Between our love is a bloody nose, busted lip and a blackened eye. You look so pretty when you cry.
And I could look into the crowded morgue of mistakes. The sun stopped its smile and frowned on me too. My re-built, re-mastered heart is smashed into its faces.
Sacrifice won't suffice. Resurrection needs your death to happen twice. Fall on my heart and burn and forge your tortured black-smitten. Into the sharpest fucking sword.