Bump go my heart
Your fingers scab open my chest
No time to cover up my scars
You can now see through my imperfections
Moving slowly through the cold winter night
Touching every living dream I’ve dreamt
Burning it as I weep
Tasting it as I speak
Replacing it as I sleep
I can’t go any farther
You locked up my knees
Even to reach out for strength
Becomes a prison of art
I can’t perform alive
How will I live when I die
Creeping through others thoughts
Like an undead soul never meant to cry
You scotched my life, bled me of happiness
My actions played for keeps
Cautioned my lips away from your poison
I might not have a chance to breathe
I may not bleed profoundly as you need
The whole in my chest you dry me of
Has caved in from your lies
So the only thing you will get out of me
Is death on your sleeve
Paper cuts your way to me
I’ll be here dead or alive
To capture your skeleton
Liquefy it in acid
So that all becomes of you
Will blow away, leaving no remains
Your guilty pleasure
Chills up my fence heart
Playing Russian Roulette
In the middle of my chest
Interest peeks in your eyes
You can feel my vibration scatters
See my delicate tears scream
Finding it more pleasurable
When you scab your fingers inside my soul