Destroy me again until I am nothing more than brittle bones
and leave me so to tremble
naked — kept in a chokehold
See past my masks and
bear me ugly, foolish and cold
So, destroy me again
until you think I know
I find it cold in limbo’s trance
bound in soundless, floating space
— a silent dance
Ah, Solitude knows my name
There’s a black bird that’s singing
It’s kept me at an ache
I hold out my calloused hands,
and it took all that it could take
With cold lips pressed into a thin line
I picked up my thread
and stitched the scars with a cry
There’s a tremble beneath my skin
— it rattles at my bones
teeth pierced my lungs,
and I bleed once more
So lest not to destroy me self
hold that soft, warm bodied
animal of my heart
and tame that wounded beast of my soul
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 3:34 PM UTC
Destroy me again until I am nothing more than brittle bones
and leave me so to tremble
naked — kept in a chokehold
See past my masks and
bear me ugly, foolish and cold
So, destroy me again
until you think I know
I find it cold in limbo’s trance
bound in soundless, floating space
— a silent dance
Ah, Solitude knows my name
There’s a black bird that’s singing
It’s kept me at an ache
I hold out my calloused hands,
and it took all that it could take
With cold lips pressed into a thin line
I picked up my thread
and stitched the scars with a cry
There’s a tremble beneath my skin
— it rattles at my bones
teeth pierced my lungs,
and I bleed once more
So lest not to destroy me self
hold that soft, warm bodied
animal of my heart
and tame that wounded beast of my soul
— Love supreme
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