Hollowed eyes look disdainfully on curdled blood
On crooked veins and twisted nerves
The clasp of hands might be enough,
But my skin feels fit to burst
Like a monster is knocking on my ribcage.
And what if I told you I had to keep away?
Locked lips sear doubts from my mind
But some vestige of yesterday is left behind
When they pull away
I've got such vivid scenes
Running through my mind
But why
These colors are not supposed to be
With gnarled nerves all spinning free
There is a monster inside of me
And I want to CUT
It out.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Hollowed eyes look disdainfully on curdled blood
On crooked veins and twisted nerves
The clasp of hands might be enough,
But my skin feels fit to burst
Like a monster is knocking on my ribcage.
And what if I told you I had to keep away?
Locked lips sear doubts from my mind
But some vestige of yesterday is left behind
When they pull away
I've got such vivid scenes
Running through my mind
But why
These colors are not supposed to be
With gnarled nerves all spinning free
There is a monster inside of me
And I want to CUT
It out.