Sum-Zero

A twisted face inside my dream.
A brand new way for you to put the poison in.
A song unfinished, a sum deferred,
A cure unfound to stop what occurred.

You can’t have my desolation;
My vacant, cast aside former self.
You can’t have my transparency,
But you can have my everything else.

Straight through your body, above the trees,
Deep in your stomach, you harbor the disease.
But you are the honey inside the hive.
You are the reason I can’t survive.