Distrust Is Your Blackbird

Distrust is your blackbird
It sits, it looms
Perched upon the coffin that contains your memories,
No one can touch you
No one can hear you
No one will ever see you,

In the grave that is your life
You've come to expect this
The world has been a vampire
Every part of you is drained,

No sanguine hunters will reach you
No wooden stakes will kill the pain
Your blackbird will protect your delusion
Of the safety myth you permanently entertain,
No one will ever find you
No one will ever hurt you
No one can ever love you.