Poor Creature by Berriloom and the Doom Lyrics

My bloody wounds
All gaping wide
A speck of dust
Keen and sharp
Put in my eye
Sight of a mule
Poor creature
You made his life too long

I fill space like a shadow on the street
Tonight i lay between
Between the voice your hands make in the dark
And your looking-glass skin

I wake as i dream

The danger of getting drenched
He's following me
Where do i start
If i fall in love
Where do i begin
Drink it all up
Crying forgetfully
Drink it all up
Winter winds swollen in pain
Drink it all up
Until i bite sand