I would file all my nails
I would saw my teeth right off
I would stake myself right through
I hope it will be enough
to make just a little peace
(an olive branch 'tween you and me)
I will mend it all by hand
I hope that you will understand:
It is not for love, but for my head!
It is not my blood, but it is my daily bread
I will not commune with you so deep again
but I will wake to the sun if it will make you rise again
I will wake up to the sun if it will make you then my friend
I would make a note of it
let it go down in history
I have been white demons and a horror;
It was never you but me
I admit to every fault
I admit to heresy
I admit to drinking blood
and thinking it was drinking me
It is not for love, but for my sanity!
It is not my blood, but it is the best of me
I will nevermore commune with you so deeply
but I will wake to the sun if it will make you think fondly
I will wake up to the sun if it will make you think of me
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