Let me offer you streams of silken thread

torn off the dress you saw me in that first night

where stardust splintered the sky

electrifying monsters and Gods.

Winter's chill creeps near

like a bastard child, it clings to my waist

with icy eyes is begs for love

it begs for salvation till its heart can take no more.

Have angels mercy when you are on your knees

howling to high Heavens that the pain is too much?

And where were you when they plucked the wings

off angelic things?

Let me offer you streams of silken thread

then take you by the hand

I will lead you down

down into deliverance.

Into a forest of night, we will find

the salvation we both need

from the branches

we will swing.

We will swing within the knots,

the silken knots.

We will hang and we will swing

till we no longer feel pain.