Porcelain

My brain is porcelain.
I'm a Contortionist
I want to breathe you in
As your light breathes

Like wine and lilac
Betrothed inside your veins.
Your bones are verdant and fair
I would die without you.

My brain is porcelain.
I'm a contortionist

A fiend of circumstance,
I break at zeal's first glance.
My vice is my own mind
I would die without you.

You dress my loveless spine
and braid my muzzled hair
You rip my heart in two
I would die without you
I would die without you.

My brain is porcelain
My brain is porcelain.