Vista previa
We sing our hearts out and all for what?To be the greater power?
I beckon, I beg, and all for what?
I define solitude with my own skin, with my own bones.
And fuck it gets hard to sing when my words contort and twist in my own throat.
So here we go.
Isolate; Recreate.
I peel away my exterior, there’s nothing left but an empty ribcage.
Come and see what I’ve created.
A silhouette of a man corrected.
Look at me now.
I’ve always wanted to be just like you, so I dissect and peel away me like you wanted me to.
When you hear these words will wonder if they’re about you?
No I bet you don’t. I define solitude with my own skin, with my own bones.
And fuck it’s hard to scream when my words, they’re designed for you.