I wanted to take you
From those robes to feel the cold.
Undressing the blessings
Feels like my afterlife.
I go on
Yet on that night I went down with the lights.
Somehow, over and over I go on
They carried me out when the lights went out
Over, I’m over
I wanted to keep you
But I was told you’d grown too old
For someone who stayed young by bleeding light.
My afterlife is black and cold.
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