How can I heal when a secret hammer severs my heart and soul?
Is it from lack of sleep or self control?
Watching the chambers bend to fill with sugary fantasy
Eating away at every inch of me
Floating alone in the pool I call to anything listening
If you stare long enough you will see god in everything
Feeling awful low
When every article of clothing
Cultivates a curse
I'm well aware I'd wear it worst
But today I let myself in
With the terror tearing hair away would stay until there's nothing left to shave
Is it real?
Even if it paint it on?