What You Said Has Come Over Me

What you said has cut me deep

Straight down unto my feet
It has left me sore and worn
Oh, so like a withered thorn

Those words were pure avarice
They grabbed for the soul within
So empty I’ve become
So unlike the giving sun

My solar wind no more it blows
All their sails have been left without
I am steeped in your bitter heap
No more life may dwell within

I am destined now to not even sin
On the edge of that well known bed
I almost lie, but for the daggers
Embedded in my now bony back

Will respite ever come
Or is this song my destiny
How to rid this awful mess
How to cleanse those blood-stained sheets

What you said has come over me
What you said has come over me
What you said has come over me