Skin
Don’t think I’m not sick
of your sycophantic savagery,
talking in swirls
in your ego-driven world.
Scratch my chest,
lick your fingernails,
taste your scent;
it’s all over me again.
........there’s pieces of your pity
........lying in my bed
........there’s pieces of your skin
........wrapped around my head
Lasso my goodwill,
my moralistic
hypocrisy.
Rake my teeth over coals.
Beat me with whips of flesh,
beat me ‘til I breathe.
......................tattooing a rhythm
......................all over my brain
......................tattooing a schism
......................to help me forget my name
Where your face goes
I follow, bent and mild.
But the words won’t stop,
the singing never dies
and much as I hate to speak it
I know I’m peppered with lies.
Away I turn
from the mirror,
door to what’s beneath my
Don’t think I’m not sick
of your sycophantic savagery,
talking in swirls
in your ego-driven world.
Scratch my chest,
lick your fingernails,
taste your scent;
it’s all over me again.
........there’s pieces of your pity
........lying in my bed
........there’s pieces of your skin
........wrapped around my head
Lasso my goodwill,
my moralistic
hypocrisy.
Rake my teeth over coals.
Beat me with whips of flesh,
beat me ‘til I breathe.
......................tattooing a rhythm
......................all over my brain
......................tattooing a schism
......................to help me forget my name
Where your face goes
I follow, bent and mild.
But the words won’t stop,
the singing never dies
and much as I hate to speak it
I know I’m peppered with lies.
Away I turn
from the mirror,
door to what’s beneath my
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