fingernails from tiny fingers are scratching at my soul suddenly i find myself to be lying on the floor i am waiting
i am praying that those tiny fingers don’t dig themselves a hole and find they’re way inside my ribcage to colonize my soul
so i built myself an armored coat made of all these things i know to repel them from my soul keep those tiny fingers out of my soul
but they scratched the surface dug their holes i surrendered letting go of things that i once held so close let those fingers build their homes now i’m nothing more than a hollow stone
they removed my skin to let some light in cut my bones and now i’m broken wondered if i could’ve fought them gave up wondering because what happens happens gave up caring because what happens happens gave up living because what the hell happened i’m alone because they let me go just a pile of skin next to some broken bones