My lips are a battlefield
Chapped on the outside
They represent my inner demons

I cut through those lips of mine daily
When the stress makes it hard to focus
And my breath forgets to repeat itself

When the vindictiveness of my own words
Sews the bruises, and my stomach
Rests as it feeds on the blood my mouth is filled with

I know, vampires are usually beautiful people
But my lips always clash
They always tell the people who see me

"That girl, she's got something dark on the inside
She fuels herself with her brain's own chatter
And her teeth dig her grave inside those lips."

It's a cancer that spreads to the inside of my cheeks
My fingernails, my knuckles, the seams in my shirts
It doesn't just flutter through, it bulldozes

It's something hard and loud that makes you regret you ate that morning
That metallic taste will rot your soul
And turn your lips into a soulless brawl