Song For Bad April

Straight dagger-stroke of a month
leaving a double-cut in time
that won’t heal soon,

get yourself gone.
I’m a sorrow now
because of you,
because of you.

Like a melody
etched into a dinged-up blade,
lyrics by a monster;

get yourself gone,
get yourself gone.
I’m a breaking point,
broken point because of you,
because of you.

No one here to sing to,
no one left uncut;
some don’t care and some don’t move,

so get yourself gone and soon,
get yourself gone.
I’m blood,
letting itself out because of you,
because of you.