We're like unmistakable stain
That makes peace incomplete,
That makes something hard to forgive
And to believe - save me from me.
I'm a thousand viruses in a drop
Of blood or spit, and I gorge for more,
I gorge for company but beg to be left alone;
Clasping the sheets, I refuse to let go.
I am the sickness and the pain,
I am the spirit that won't go away,
I am the danger lurking the alleys,
I'm a volcano in the middle of a valley.
I am the taste of knowing for sure,
The haste of tearing off your clothes,
I am the eyes, the mouth and the heart,
The clock that tells you: you can't go back.