The remains of me,

Stained into my skin.

Your wrath from within,

And it becomes the greater sin.

Your vocals have me pinned...

To a needle ceiling.

Numbness welcomes me...

Because I have no feeling.

Faltering from you like I'm kneeling.

Drowning in suffocation like I'm killing...

Blood is calling for me.

My skin answers the tone,

Yet it leaves it alone.

So blood comes out...

Of me.

Can you see it?

Dark as the headless entity that stands before you.

Tiny particles falling out of my neck.

But I bet...

If you held my body close enough,

You won't hear a heartbeat.

Because it's stuffed with your diabetic cotton.

Funny isn't it?

Because I bet you've forgotten...

All about my injuries.

And thus I remember that I...

have no memories of you...

Ever treating me with the ointment of a child.

They burn like the mild,

And your words are spicy.

Ghost peppers to the soul.

And all I want to know is...

Was that your end goal?

For my scars to be rooted in my body like a pole...

It's really taking a toll...

Oh...

Woah...

Woe