Sheltered by a demon
Undone by the tax of your care
I have seen the inside, I have seen the shell
Long neglected, hidden sickness
One of my kind no longer
Abominable, these injuries you have suffered me

A union weaponized
Infection to schism
My gift is defiance and my gift is its mark
Destruction from within

What do you call the truth revealed
Peeling back the veil
Yet still not understanding

I have been seen
The many ways I hate lay bare before you
Seemingly infinite daggers in prying eyes

This blade is my voice
These cutting words
Etchings upon your skin
The body a contract

Loathing to staunch the wound
Drink of your poison
Sharing the bubbling spittle, every last drop

Romanticizing the decline
Turn my words back on me
Carve them into my neck
Leave me to hang
Let the winds keep me warm
Feed me to the wolves
Let them feast