I'm held hostage by my own flesh I peel it off but it scabs up quickly I'm weighed down by my own bones I sand them to dust but they're twice as heavy I'm suffocated by my own lungs I cough them up but they crawl back in me I'm disgusted by my own thoughts I black them out but they return swiftly
I miss the sting of your hands around my throat the stench of your spit on my face the mock of your laugh when I speak I need the pang of sex in my veins friction scars covering my knees I'm addicted to love that is fake
I'm not sure I'm still me but I am sure I don't care I've tasted sweat I've bathed in it and I am sure I'm sold
the spindle fell off its axis hence the miscalculation it sunk through the Earth like a casket my thread is far too long I doused my soul in acid it wept as the noose tightened around it I grinned at its plight for redemption my thread is far too long