Look inside me See nothing? Look deeper Hding under my beating heart, Just behind the shimmering silver skin of my soul A foul entity sits on a pile of dirt One eye half gone, the other not quite whole His skin a foul purple, reeking of lost things This cursed creature sits and twiddles his thumbs He watches through my eyes as I smile and I cry And just when I think that he has crumbled away, He suddenly climbs up my spine And clambers into my head to play He plays with shadows, he plays with light He dissolves the clarity of wrong and right He toys with puppets, all connected to my limbs And as he plays he whispers “No pain, no gain, precious heart, You must break before joy you meet This game I play is a practiced art A game that you cannot hope to beat.” And he giggles, and he shows me All these ways that I could die I could jump and try to fly I could wear a necklace of rope I could choke on broken hope The silver shimmers in my hand Promising a much better land But in the reflection I see a new face And my heart begins to race For the face is not mine, but instead my soul mate, who would shatter if I were dead This tricky beast living under my throat, He can dance and he can gloat But no matter how many needles he buries under my pale, scarred skin I will always find my love again.