I always thought I’d be the first one to die, And leave a sympathetic scar across the sky. I loved for No one else. You made me hate myself. You died while I was still secure between your thighs. Sweet. Asleep. All these years, I thought that you would wake. Reassure myself that my heart you would take. Innocence. I’d defend. Ask yourself, to sing. Life as answers. You’re set up for the play. Return to me.  Blacken the skies. You sing through your fists In hushed lullabies   Burnt to your cross under the covers. Pretense and all, Holding like lovers. On these sheets you could’ve let me sleep ruin my life. My absent soul to keep. Innocence.You Pretend. Ask yourself, to sing. Me an actor. We’re set up for the Play. Return to me.  Blacken the skies. You sing through your fists In hushed lullabies   Burnt to your cross under the covers. Release us all, Still Holding like lovers do… (do what you say, and you’ll never go away… Holding out your breath for another day… I just want to look up And see you say It’s okay….) She, She realized too late, what it meant, to me Another “fairy Tale” to bring the sorrow to my sleep, to my eyes I want to feel your hand And hold your breath…. I want to see you holding out your hands to me…. They’ll see…