I want to shred my skin to slivers Then stick it all back onto these hollow bones With cheap glue and melted-down insides A beautifully macabre papered design To set into motion that deep, dull ache That goes beyond skin and blood and flesh That settles into the very marrow of my bones Like a dreary numbing blow I'll recreate it all, my own Picasso Lips stuck inside out, limbs all a-bundled Maybe I can stop myself From being able to turn others inside-out Hang myself in pieces from the bedroom curtains The white stained with red paint and sweat I can create to decreate, build to destroy Pile up all these hollow bricks to build A house I'll flick over with a single scream
I'm a ******* supernova of stars Exploding and hurtling in bright expanses Of sparks and stars and spiralling suffering Throwing myself into space like a stray flame flicker To destroy the empty space Where everybody is safe from me, where they cannot see What I have become Planets are simply specks of glitter on my peripheral vision And I engulf them in the inferno Cities burn, castles crumble, while the councils cry out But still I burnt through, still I burn Until they're returned to the ground they came from Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Man born of earth must one day return To their graves of lies and spite With headstones to lock them in at night
I'm a fish out of air Gasping for the poison I've become Limbs flailing as chest heaves upwards Begging for merciful surrender I can feel each crack making its way up my skin Brittle arms shaking under the weight of my tries Purple mist seeps into my eyes Pushing back the droplets of humanity And pulling out the method of insanity Flailing underneath these invisible hands While bedsheets trap me six feet under How boring it was, that yearning strike How typical, that childish wonder As to whether the stars were the eyes of gods And pondering as to how our world would die I never used to want to know How it felt to fall
I'm dying to live like a falling star Sliding behind the wavering horizon To find a land where mornings are guided by sparks Falling endlessly in irresistible lurch Without scrambling for purchase on the splintering ledge I'm going to spin and scream and sprain Every arm and palm and heart That falls into my path A destructive lullaby of lilies Arranged around a tombstone In the shape of a perfectly pretty pillar That holds up the weight of heaven I'll catch every whisper and whimper and wish And tear it to pieces like a paper moon Set the pieces back to the wind To find their ruined authors And taunt them yet again