Love is a Slaughterhouse

Love is a Slaughterhouse burnin’, I'm chokin’
Rib cages and hearts gently bent until broken
Crowded black crypt of kind words left unspoken
Love like a guillotine falls from the sky
Blind sparrows, wet butterflies wink and fly by
Love isn’t nothing at all

Love is a script, the last ten pages missing
For instructions in English press one and stop listening
And that gash just below your third rib won't stop hissing
Love is a rainbow four shades of blood red
She swallows his tears as he cradles her head
Love isn’t nothing at all

Why love dust never settles as planned?
Why is the sparrow egg crushed in my hand again and again?

Love is a fire filled with ghosts and black crutches
Locked doors and plugged floor drains and blood-soaked paintbrushes
The shadows of doubt come to all that it touches
A handful of buckshot in route to a dove
She samples his sweat as he laces his gloves
Breathing that sweet breath that singes your lungs
She stares at the ceiling fan ignoring his tongue
Love isn’t nothin’ at all