Aiden

A Portrait of the Artist

I watched as the black sky parted back

Through fields of tar and thread

A tourniquet of lace and dialect

Our ceremony

I fall as the comfort rushes in

No terrifying dreams

I'll shed my skin for you

Have I broken my addiction dead inside

A picture of my genocide

Paralyze the light fell from your eyes

My hope is faded grey

Our wickedness we share

This ceremony

I watched as the antique sky turned black

Through fields of heroin

I'll shed my skin for you

Have I broken my addiction dead inside

A portrait of my genocide

A portrait of the artist, a portrait of a young man

To sing this song in silence is grand

My addiction

Dead inside

Broken

Genocide