Stabby Rip Stabstab

I will never have cool scars but I can lie about the ones I have and that's alright, I guess.

Scar tissue on my face
from a past life, I'm spent
the colour of lost luster, stacking
a fresh epidermis comprised wholly of defecation.
Each day's a mark, weighing the pros and cons of seppuku.
The pain's old but fresh to my nerves, flaking
with each and every
bump
brush
touch
scrape
lying in wait, visibly bruised
from falls I never saw coming
and poorly prepared for.

Stonehands to tie lead shoes
there's still blood underneath,
it loves to seep, sick of the cut-outs
I wanna live in my dreams.

I'm smiling regardless cause
it's our wedding day and I'm sporting red teeth
waiting for the contractors
to build a home in you,
I wanna become new
take a chance with anyone
it'd be supergood of you.