The shadows pour down over my skin The olive tones get sunken from the light And I resurface pallid porcelain— Do you see me?
The blackness it holds over my soul, The vase of my heart was broken and glued with gold But now dressed by the sinking night.
Sickness, it crawls through all of my veins Ants are down a roadway to eat out of my eyes As the ichor settles thick like a syrup Splash down on both of my thighs, The cut is deeper, now, can you feel it?