Solitary thorns dripping remedy, They pierce me weak,
Rectify my wounds and sew them deep, bleed me unique,
Scar me with bracelets of grace and, tear me down,
Aesthetic features fake face, smother me and drown.
Beauty may only be skin deep, but it frustrates,
I cry even when I'm asleep, mourning hell's gates,
Burn my wrists on lava tiles and, flaming wings,
Take me up like a puppet I'm, bound to strings,
Creatures claws around my eyeballs, I'm left blind,
Hit the ground and crawl my way, behind.... |
