Petals In The Grass

Ligature Marks

Wandering this life
A very dark stroll
Ligature marks
Upon my soul

Strangulating
By these memories of mine
Nothing is sacred
Nothing's divine

Day after day
Slowly I choke
Sullen thoughts
They do provoke

An unseen garrote
That winds and winds
An unseen cord
That binds and binds

Prolonged asphyxiation
Is taking its toll
Ligature marks
Upon my soul