The devil is outside my door and he is knocking
The angels are swimming through my veins and I can see them on my bed sheets
and they are more beautiful than I thought they ever would be

My mom always yelled at me for playing with dead things when I was younger
she said “don’t touch that, you’ll get a disease.”
I don’t understand why she has stopped

My body is the corpse you find laying on the side of the road,
with mangled limbs and a ****** up face and there are flies all over me
eating the pieces of me I thought died years ago

They pick at my skin like vultures and I can feel my heart break
like the time I broke my mother’s mother’s watch
and I could literally feel my time running out

There is music in my head, but it is not the kind of music you dance too
It is the kind of music played at your best friend’s funeral
It is the kind of music you listen to for 2 minutes then decide it is no good

There is heaven and hell on my shoulders
and I am torn between believing in good or accepting evil
I think I will let them fight over my body

Until they tear open my rib cage and paint my bathtub red with all my secrets
Until they carve their beliefs into my memories until they are all I see any more
Until they kiss my neck and tell me to close my eyes and kick the chair

*The devil is outside and I never locked my door