Steel
Darkness all around you
And now here comes the night
It’s all over but the crying
And the last will you recite
The litany still owns you
And the demons in your bed
But you are not what you do
They desire lives only in your head
Crimson streams that symbolize
All the pain you can’t express
But the poison never dries
The proof still shines beneath that dress
And you are not what they see
Just as sick as the secret inside
For as your soul screams out quietly
To that secret you abide
When you stare at your reflection
And you try to see your soul
Will you buy your resurrection?
Or only watch the glass grow cold/
Because still, the ice cold steel
Feels like magic on your skin
And gives the strength to heal
By pouring out your sin
The lovely white on white
Like blankets of Christmas snow
Dance before your sight
From years not long ago
Secrets they betray
The ones you long to keep
But the white on white will stay
What you have sown you must now reap
The steel between your fingers
Feels like heaven has arrived
But as long as darkness lingers
You will find the secret has survived
And the demon that has faded
Will grow stronger if you succumb
The pain is the connection that you have made it
Your salvation is your doom.
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