Carotid

You said that it was okay
That time would pass and mend itself
But that is clearly not the case.

I died for my own sins, but only on the inside
You were not there to make the happiness
Apparently you are the very reason
The Earth is slowly cracking outwards
Like a web, like that web of the spiders

That ate the insides, counting, counting
The drops that flow from the neck of another
Victim of your lies. Wake up in the morning
Drenched in the blood that was flowing away from you heart anyway

You make art, from the liquid of your arteries
You make art, from the fluid of your arteries

I can smell you from here
On another planet.
Just floating here talking to myself in space
Even I can here it, the supernova that kills all in it's path

I can feel the horror of the blood in you,
Flowing back to your blackened heart
I can't feel the warmth, it is cold and dry...

You make art, from the fluid of your veins (Wake up in the morning...)
You make art, from the liquid of you veins (Wake up in the mourning...)

Tell me, why?