I slice my self up and peel back my skin
I want to see what I truly am within...

You don't know what its like
You can't feel the way I do...

The hurt will hurt you
The row will sadden you...

I want to crawl out of my grave
My soul has become a slave...

Disconcerting conversations
The Gypsy works his disabled tongue...

From this hillside
Covered in carnivorous roses...

Afloat but not floating
That’s how I feel...

Autumnal grey skies
Push forward dark clouds...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee from thine navel to chest...

An auburn haze descends this autumn night
Pollutants pry their fingers down throats...

Sit down down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...

What if it was bloodstained hands that created...
A stained glass image illuminated by a malformed...