The Weathered Tome
Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see. All by myself, i'm alone in such poor company. The deeper i think, the deeper i seem to sink. I can't stop the insects that are feeding, Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece. You'll love the eyes. have they always shone so vacantly? The more i show the less you'll want to know. I can't stop the insects that are feeding , Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now i'm on display, i am becoming. Hurt myself today. it's all for you Do you like what i'm becoming? Cut myself today, it's all for you.
I part the night, flashing, approaching as i watch you flee. Pushed through your panes. seems i've landed quite uncomfortably, But as i pass through souls of broken glass, I can't stop the insects that are feeding, Pull the needles from beneath my skin. Please don't ask me what i think, trust me, you don't want to know. Please don't ask me to open up. trust me. trust me. 'cause i can't.
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