Tear my skin piece by peace I see the bones leaking in feast Emmergance of the palest formation No more turns for degradation Peal back lids and watch them fall A shell of a mind once stood tall
Petals of birth They fall to the ground Each day another None left to surround
Lonesome I may Given with greed Taken the chance Most others would flee
Break my neck My legs as well Transform me into art May all others go to hell