Music: Angel
So…
I’ll start
at the start, the beginning of my tale.
Of how a
body fucks up and the many ways to fail.
I am my own
creation, a failure steeped in suffocation
These words
can’t live past me, there’s no more creativity
From hiding
in this darkened place, afraid I might’ve left a trace
Of sheer
humanity to be destroyed by your brutality
Tear the
pages from my skin, held within and razor thin
I used to
be an open book until the butchers took a look
Exotic
trance
To
ignorance
A learning
curve
On wilted
nerves
I can’t sit
still
I want to
kill
This violent
dance
And sick
romance
Since you
might not appreciate the visions of my art:
I’ll warn
you now, I will not stop…
…until
we’ve reached…
…my heart.