My hands were made
For unsettling skin
Beneath their flesh
I open wounds again
They think they've got scars
But they haven't been
Only poorly treated scabs

I like the place
Where our bones always meet
Like a ritual reunion
Between crowded sheets
And the stop and go
Of our sweet starving teeth
Gets me all weak in the knees

I'm cement to others
Yet clay in your hands
I'm afraid to sink
But I always find land
And I love the time
It's the space I can't stand
So I fill it with words just for you

What I give
Is yours to keep
That's why words come out
In my broken sleep
When you are near
I feel I can breathe
I'm not facing my nightmares alone

What feels so familiar
But appears to be new
Every lie you tell yourself
I keep looking through
Patiently waiting
While knowing what's true
What others run from
I want to run to

The sadness sets in
When you depart
With your stone linear features
And your soft haunted heart
You cannot end
What you do not start
This only makes it harder

You and I
Are one in the same
We know the worst kind of monsters
Have human names
Purgatory is not
Torture and pain
It is feeling no hurt at all