My brain turns you into monsters
Taking little pieces of my flesh
And turning me into a change you should be making yourself
My body a doormat you wipe your feet on
And wet leaves
I can’t tell if its’ you or me because
in my mind they are the same
as I I recoil into the moss
wrap its damp around my torso
and let myself sink…
the weight of guilt
a diamond in my chest
a treasure to be held onto
the only thing left
I am trying to save you
As I use the last reserves of strength to hold you up
Whilst beneath my legs snap
And my breath comes no more
I step into the beige
And become one with it
I wear the mask of a maniac
My laughter hot on your ears
As I soak you in
And try to make sense of you
So, I can spit you out again
And make people vomit.
Do you mind if I light a cigarette?
Because I have seen the slow death and already it has me
This is not a relapse of the flesh.
I have not drank from the cup of sin
Because the sin is inside of me
And I no longer need a cup to reveal my true self.