They found me
Ripping my flesh
The imperfections off

Now this isn’t that bullshit low self esteem crap
This is me
On the floor taking away the shit inside
Tears got me so far
I alone couldn’t tell you my mind
I paint and smile
Letting them think they are in
Telling something meaningful
Telling something painful
When really inside it boils

If I thought…
It could be out
You oozing threw me

So I ripped it out
Pressing in finding that substance
It’s the plague of my existence
The virus that keeps my eyes lying
Smearing across the floor my black insides

They found me
Humming a lullaby
Mopping the floor with it all

He gags as he tries to help me up
It slides threw my hands
I look into their eyes and laugh
Hand pressed against his face
Grimace I dare you I say
Smell it rotting on you

I kiss the lips of them all
Finally letting them taste what’s inside

09/08/2004

Posted on 09/09/2004
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