These kids are covered in the dried blood of their brothers and mothers.
They scrub, they scrub, but it won't come off.
They cut their skin to try to wash it off from the inside out,
Dissolve the blood with more blood.
It's the only way you won't see it anymore.
Staring back at you with gouged out eyes,
The old blood will seep deep inside.
You invited it in,
With that door you opened in your skin.
It's inside you now.
The only way to get rid of it is to cut off all sound.
Cut off all oxygen.
Your body is your home, and this intruder is setting it on fire.
Your favorite belt will serve as liquid nitrogen to this unwelcome visitor.
With a bunny knot,
And a single hop,
You can finally see your mother's eyes.