I’ll take anything real
and you like it all dead,
but “I want you alive”
is the first thing you said,
so I crawled out to meet you
from my dark, storming head.
I might’ve felt better
if your teeth weren’t stained red.

So tell me now what was the point,

of all the precautions you took

to only spill your guts in front of me

a bleeding, open book

and whats the point of all the pills

if they just fill your head with lies,

and is it better to be blessed

or cursed but with two eyes?