Can you sing that song I know but cannot find?

 

On the very bed

Where life was pink and frilly

Where voice and soul are disjointed

 

Disconnected

Betrayed and disgusted

 

As you play around in a pool of my ink

In a dusty gathering of my timid blood

I prick at your feathers

 

I only have need for one 

But I like to play too

I haven’t played for a very long time

 

Dollies and fairies were taken from me

On this very bed

A piece of my dead

 

Cut uneven

Lopsided

And forever coagulated

 

Stuck in a world where gods are fair

Now she makes her way to me

Flying on the helms of hammers that strike too hard

 

Gives me ancient knowledge and shimmers my eyes

Tonight

She gives me her blessing

 

And straightens my veil

Now I am free

Shackles undone by a flick of your feather

 

On that very bed.