The Crevice written by James Oylen

On my nest I burned quietly for You, my Queen
Discarded my everything for You
Though it seemed
The nightmare was a dream
I ask You, deliver the one who will hear me scream

On my throne of bleeding bone
The needles told me Your garden had grown
But this red lashed withered hollow
Is my home

Is my home

And I did it all for You
My Queen, my Queen
My Queen, my Queen

I would feed on the flies between Your thighs
Carve the eyes from my head for You To point toward the skies
You do no wrong
To know I belong here Is my prize

I would claw, scratch my way through the floor
To see one different shade of grey
And leave You trails of fingernails
My Love, if You only knew
I would do it all for You

My Queen, my Queen

Born to breed
Alone I lead
With a squealing bastard of a child in me
Below You I am king
You are blind to see
I'm the maker of my
Atrocity

Atrocity

Will You return me when I'm sold?
Burn me when I'm cold?
Bruise me when I'm lonely?
Stitch me when I'm old?
You wrote my needs
A chained one who bleeds
And hanged me high to hold

What will they do?
Run with their ways of the rage?
Will the rats parade alongside the cage?
Am I spare change?
A half-written page
You'd rather leave untold?

Though it seemed
The nightmare was a dream
I ask You, deliver the one who will hear me scream

Born to grieve
Alone I leave
With a peeling bastard of a child in need
Below You I am king
You are blind to see
I'm the maker of my
Atrocity

Atrocity

His majesty

My Queen, my Queen

On my nest I burned quietly for You, my Queen
Discarded my everything for You
Though it seemed
The nightmare was a dream
I ask You, deliver the one who will hear me scream

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