Mercury

My mind is dirt and this soil my curse The seeds you plant in this heat make me worse I just get so nervous, like I should believe So perhaps I am wicked and not meant to be And the steam that is rising Intoxicates quickly I have grown pale and swollen and sickly Crocodile, crocodile, dry off your eyes And take back your sorrowful, meaningless lies I dream of your lovers, I wish for their deaths Inside plastic bags, I will keep their last breaths And with confined sighs, go north for a rest I will leave with my murders and nothing will matter Hot into cold, my love it will shatter Beneath a deep snow, I will hibernate sweetly And sleep off this hatred that binds me completely I’ll pluck all my hairs, I’ll spin them for thread To sew up the gashes I’ve put in your bed And with mattress mended, go sleep with the dead And the water that drips Is forming a knife My cheeks will be rosy devoid of past strife My thoughts will be still when the earth has gone hard The roots of your anger will leave my heart scarred I just get so anxious, with all I believe So perhaps I am wicked and not meant to be