Sometimes, I curl up into my own arms
But what I don't know is that's where I'll find the most harm
The ghosts tell me I am their favourite charm
But when I speak back and they lock my mouth, it sets off an alarm
It rings in my head, but so low I cannot hear the sound
Of my subconscious clawing and screaming at the door
It takes months to realize whats so long been in town
Theres been a creature creeping closer to my core
For now is when I realize this frown
Is nothing more than the reality of this haunting tour
My heart is being crushed by the bones of my doubts and stretched by its own pounding
My physical identity is trying to point to something sharp on the floor
But there's a mirror on the ceiling
and I just look up at the illusion of feeling found
Head in the clouds
Walking aimlessly
With no sign of moving around what could be my last feeling
For it could slice my toe off setting off alarms like a ping ball machine in my head and I grin shamelessly
The layers of skin punctured and the layers of my heart peeled
Cupid does not shoot arrows at me
She launches missiles
Dismemberming my limbs, spreading a mess of arms, legs, fingers and toes, maybe thats why they call it a mistletoe