One and two
Three and four
count the steps
count them more

Follow the path
of unknown traveled
let it guide
where all roads travel

five and six
seven and eight
step by step
come on now

nine and ten
maybe then
this circus act
can end

there’s
something
comforting
about
the
vacancy
in
­my
heart

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.