Hung
in your room, swaying, hoping only that you’ll see.
All by myself, I’m alone in such poor company.
The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink.
I can’t stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin.
I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.
You’ll love the eyes, have they always shone so vacantly?
The more I show the less you’ll want to know.
I can’t stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now I’m on display,
I am becoming.
I hurt myself today.
It’s all for you.
Do you like what I’m becoming?
cut myself today,
it’s all for you.
I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee.
Pushed through your panes.
Seems I’ve landed quite uncomfortably,
but as I pass through souls of broken glass,
I can’t stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Please don’t ask me what I think, trust me, you don’t want to know.
Please don’t ask me to open up, trust me,
trust me, ‘cause I can’t.
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