You enveloped me, Roped me into years of bleeding, Gave me nice words To the next degree Of splendid heat. I felt your churning Down in Earth's bowels. Can you hold onto the kindness, Or would you Rather withdraw to the blindness? The darkness suits you more, More than the notes upon doors, More than what is kept in store. My love Turned into rabbits, Leading me into a hole, Leading me to the rapture That was never bright, Though stole away my sight. Love is the marble Lost upon the floor, Lost outside the door, Rolling across empty roads Upon a destination, to nowhere, Towards a wall. I feel you among the broken pictures, Leaving me transfigured, Leaving me Like how they were burned, Leaving me like how they turned Into the next system.