Pick, pick, pick
She picks at my words as
if they were
dead animals.
Drip, drip, drip
The blood exits right
and now on center stage
lays what's left.
Scars, on the pavement
scars, the flesh on the pavement
scars.
Tick, tick, tick
Time envelops the moment
to save for later.
Sick, sick, sick
I'm sick in my head;
in my stomach
a feeling stirs
(my bowels)
Scars, on the pavement
scars, the flesh on the pavement
scars.
Lick, lick, lick
I lick it away
and feed the snake
of my bowels.
Scars, on the pavement
scars, a trail to a heart that's
scarred.
All my lies are truths and
truths to lies.
All the moths to maggots;
deathshead pupa all to flies.
Metamorphosis, Metamorphosis
the tongue is my habit
Metamorphosis, Metamorphosis
the manic's repeating offender's kiss.
A kiss to the night a kiss
a kiss metamorphosis
Scars on the concrete
scars all that's left is
gangrene ... now, I'm infected.
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