Like Plastered Skin She Stays

Beautiful, little ones you wait My darling from the grave. Her rose, pink flesh will whisper Her eyes will never see. Delicate, precious lies you say, You sing them to my flesh. These words of wisdom over me, Become my every breath. Her piercing scream bereaves the stars, They pitty at her feet. Their love withstands my acid tears, Thrill her heart and sleep.