Dancing on the graves of your enemy's

My skin keeps crawling like spiders on the wall.
Knock me out with the bottle,
Remind me not to fall.
& each breath rattles like dice in my chest,
Whilst the ones around me struggle to pick things up,
I made such a mess.
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String me like a puppet and be my puppet master, 
Teach me to be on my own, 
Help me from being this disaster.
The tones coming from his throat are almost orchestral.
And I walk with my strings attached, feeling immortal.
Cut my nose off to spite my face, leave the crimson gleaming, I promise not to disgrace.
Fore I want nothing but to please, I want you to need me and die without me. 
Cringe in your sleep where the empty space lies.
And all you have is the noise of your thoughts and the cricket cries.
Il live the rest of my life sleepwalking and trying to understand why he doesn't love me.
I took a minute where time stood still, my bones started to melt,
I started feeling ill.
The underbelly of my deranged contemplation, scraped the ground and I started to bleed in a spontaneous combustion. 
So I ripped them from the graves, danced & spit on them, & I called it beautiful, because I was finally saved.