My Skin by Natalie Merchant
Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand
Your face saving promises
Whispered like prayers
But I don't need them
No, I don't need them
Contempt loves the silence
It thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils
That strangle the heart
Oh I need the darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
I need this
I need a lullaby
A kiss goodnight
Angel sweet
Love of my life
Oh I need this
Do you remember the way you touched me before?
All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored?
Is it dark enough?
Can you see me?
Do you want me?
Can you reach me?