It’s been too long since hate’s holy weakness had my back
monomania navigated my neural networks, past the cracks
all that angelic singing suddenly started to turn shrill
so now I vacillate between overkill and too sorry to spill

These other people bend their knees and worship physicality
oblivious of time’s absolute touch, its totality
games of the skin truly leave no winners
maybe a few regretful nights and silent dinners

Without a doubt, it’s bigger than bones and words
my pride beams upon scars silenced by those pretty birds
sweltering sweetness behind each anguished grin
hop into my heart once more, take it for a spin