My skin is made for the eyes hatred, what my parents never said
That its lunacy and it's all in my head, 7 years of what my parents said
From my sight, from what I'm brain fed
Gun shots, fireworks, and explosions are now pinching the imperfect night shift
Go run for the fire escape, but first tilt and flip over the candle sticks
Then hear the screams of them ignifying between the excessive crevices
I will be gone forever by the time you're fearing this
Eternal journey of mistakes, vows, loves, and spurns
Angels have passed, burned and have been mutilated to the dirt
Little did I know, each second is a high point of concern
Lately my unfenced self-esteem has been exceedingly porous
Since he, the amorphous monster that has pulled closer to our forest
Began to ****** his way in
And I vow to stay in, as long as earth doesn't become heavily horrid