Shot into the stringent
And stirred with shattered gla**
Pitched into yourself
Put back together
But not without scars
No words for the dead
Continue pa**ing embers into the sky
And hold you to
To my heart
For when the clots go dry
One winged hornet stabbing at itself
It's flickering to d**h
Pinned at the thorax
Loaded with meth
And kept fully conscious
Head co*ks ticking
Insides scrambling
In reverse slow time
Running racetracks
It's all you can do
To die on your own terms
k**ing all these pieces of myself
And leaving them buried inside you
Unsympathetic
LCL
These pieces of yourself
That aren't really true