In your darkened soul,
and your eyes as black as coal;
the rabbit hole you are falling through,
nobody to see you through.
A face so black,
and deprived of daylight;
that it almost makes sense,
why you hold yourself so tight.
I can sense you in my soul,
you are the one I have been waiting for.
With my thoughts of sin,
You are the only one I can let in.
For us to happen,
nothing can stop us;
I am a piece of iron,
waiting for your rust.
With my blistered soul,
I will be waiting for you to make me whole.