I don’t need you to call my name to summon me from the depths of hell
In blue-black flames I listlessly dwell, wide awake just for the sake of staying warm.
Remember, December is never far away, and yet it’s been ages since I’ve seen the languid drift of snow
It melted away with all I used to know of your voice, your escape, your sordid show.
I don’t need you to call my name to douse the flames of hell
I’ve come to know them very well, more than your deceitful, demonic spell.
The dark place where you dragged my soul is only a curse if I make it so
I’ve come to peace with death and darkness, with hate and pain and years alone.
Instead, I watch in the glimmering lights as my shadow pirouettes across the floor
Light as a feather, dead as the earth, joyous as the sun, lovely as the moon
Glowing with the fierceness of the sun at noon, I delight in that I won’t hear your voice call
My heart became a rainbow after an endless tear fall
My name is not for your lips; it is for my final and joyous withdrawal.