Pieces

Cut yourself to pieces

Forget about the pain

The truth will hit like bullets

Torture your soul insane

Love is naught but hate

Just rolling hills of passion

Tear your heart to shreds

Before it’s drained of all compassion

Cast it to the winds

And hide in soft earth

Let the tree of life grow from it

And flourish in embodied mirth

Tell no one of its secret

And do not be ashamed

Or this cruel world will corrupt it

And will seduce your heart away.