The Saint and the Valentine

I can’t remember what it means to be alive
will you show me? will you show me how to get inside?
I can’t remember what it means to sacrifice
when I can’t even feel the pain when I’ve been so anesthetized.
No, I don’t mean anything
Nothing to the divine
As I lay my heart before you
I burn in the shadow of the saint and the valentine
Kiss the cold and the dark,
and say goodnight to the memories
The ghost of a yesterday
will hold you close to keep the hurt at bay
As our time transpired
we became as effigies
underneath a veil of grey
collapsing in on our own decay