Old lovers in the front
Bicker and kiss as the hands tick
Curled in black I am
Fake air tickles my hairs
Knives swim through my stomach
Nails are my only food
Eyes hurt with every squeeze
Electric in my ears
I hear her voice as my only comfort
I wish to change like her
I wish to love like her
I wish to be like her

I let the machine take me
Where are we going?
I could ask
But I trust the comfort
And her voice