You stabbed the sky and it bleed gold
Moths invade my vivid fortress of light
I want to be touched as tho I'm a white flower and your fingers are the autumn frost
In coming pill bugs sink deep into my rotting skin and start to decompose within
Magazine pictures cover the walls to point out all of my flaws
Dismantle my ego and rebuild it from cockroach shells
ill open your creaky doors and walk across your creaky floors
Safety pin scratches on my hips
The taste of stomach acid on my lips, knuckles swallowed and ****** from what I've done
Self hate is the meaning of this