an interlude for a downward turn

Heaven help me now

I set the table for this meal

Cooking up a fire

To enable me to feel

Leave me out to dry

I want to gift myself to him

Holding on too tight

Until there's nothing left but skin

Cat, she caught your tongue

cnd bit your heart til it was gone

What a silly thing to think that I could ever run

I could never run

I could never run