Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that youll see. All by myself, Im alone in such poor company. The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink, I cant stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from beneath my skin. I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece. Youll love the eyes. Have they always shown so vacantly? The more I show the less youll want to know. I cant stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from beneath my skin. Now Im on display. I am becoming. Hurt myself today. Its all for you. Do you like what Im becoming? Cut myself today. Its all for you. I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee. Pushed through your panes. Seems Ive landed quite uncomfortably. But as I pass through souls of broken glass I cant stop the insects that are feeding. Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 17:18:54 +0000
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