Metatron Veins

After I saw the perfect display,
A model so sharp,
But acute, and so out of place.

I took my hook and I trapped my eye,
I kept all of my world inside.

And, you see, I didn't understand,
Whether it was hope or demand.

I could not grasp the concept in which the water flow would end.

My veins would freeze,
And the dark night would tease,
I could not grasp... "What is this disease?"

Low, and deceased,
By thoughts never ceased,
He mourned in the night...

Or was that my thought?
My demise?

Trust not to the daydreams,
Trust not by the numbers.

Dear, try not to scream.

Stick a needle in your arm,
And by all means...

Let the water flow,
Fall as low as you can go,
He'll be there,

Holding you in arms,
Untouchable arms,

But...
You two,
You're safe, you're unharmed.