There is an allure to my sadness
Finding home and solace in a space that holds spikes
A siren song for my heavy heart
She draws me in with a warmth to impart
She lays me gently down and she sings softly to me
"It's warm here; it's quiet here; it's safe here- it's home"
Warm quilt, soft words, quiet peace. Is this not home?
Lulled into docility, I lie quietly as she draws my heart into her mouth
She's slow with me, she's tender with me; is that not love?
She loves me, she cares for me, she sinks her teeth into me
"Sh, sh, sh" she croons as I jolt with a start- screaming from the pain of a now devoured heart
"It'll ease soon It'll ease fast" she strokes my face - her gentleness unsurpassed
Is this love? Is this love? (Is this love? Is this love?)
"It's warm here! It's soft here!! It's safe here! It's home!"
Bloody quilt, sharp words, broken peace - pure terror
I rage and I thrash, I break free from her hold
I softly snatch the heart she sought to swallow - its mine
Its time I create my own peace
Its time I create my own home
Its time I reclaim my heart
Its time I reclaim my soul
There was an allure to the sadness
Finding home and solace in a space that holds spikes
A siren song for my hurting heart
She drew me in to break me apart
But I can sing louder than she can
And now I sing louder than she
I've reclaimed my heart and built my own home