Most Precious Blood

One-sided stories of playthings and Piano strings
and everything which in The heart strings
Like trying to sing while hysterically weeping
Frantically trying to seal the cracks through which all things are leaking
The fairy tale slowly fades to black
My conscience screams to me a warning ”Don't look back!”
There's a sting in your heart
And if it feels like me I hope you feel it forever
That you may always remember
Dare I still feel with all of my heart?
Am I the last of my kind?
The fool for whom this lesson foes unlearned
Those who attempt to touch fire get burned
May this sting in your heat live as long as you do
A painful reminder Of all that we've been through
An pluckable thorn resting in the side
A promise, an oath to throw all things abide