Brushing the hour of dawn
Bare legs exposed to cold air
Tripping on a weathered brick
Skin raptured and red seeping
"Oh! How convenient idiocy was.
Sometimes it got you before you even could."

Only the little thing would know
The way her golden eyes watched on
as the clown wobbled in, one hand stretched out over it's own mess
No one got it quite like her
'One fascinating creature pretending to be whole, paying no heed to the cracks'

He's your only shoulder to gracelessly fall on
When the moon's light is gaining
The only one you're fine to slump against
When nothing's to find you carved up

That creature who gnaws through our sensibility
That we generally pay no heed
When the sky's glaring down at you
You can't care anymore
My legs dangle down from the same old fence
Yet I still see the same shadow

I don't know if I want it to linger
Or to fog up as this subtle reminder
But all I can believe in now
Is my fear of no more

By chance my body had to be turned
So I could watch this horrific demonstration
So I could be a useless witness
Thrown away by my helpless position,
and with no way of knowing their condition

Today, I have a fresh scar
Today, I'm afraid to start