Intradermal

unfinished lyrics to a song I'm writing called please bleed

(1)

Diseased like Lyme raging all viscera,

Collapsing all cells within this cavity,

Manic mornings to manipulate the mood,

Mastering the art of disappointment,

As time contorts itself into a linear fashion,

The switch flipped, and dipped into dismay.

(2)

The irritant at best, burrowing beneath the dermis,

Like the head of a tick, leaving its bits in two.