Sinking

The itch begins
Crawls in my skin
Gets into and up inside me
Unnoticed I wrap a noose around my neck

Worms crawl into
Any opening
Is just an invitation
For your blind suffering

Mouths latch onto
The skin exposed
Drawing blood
Killing me by softly feeding

Suck
Suck
Suck
Suck

This voice is a razor ripping at my throat
These words are stones on which I choke
Every day find another way to transmutate this sorrow
Into something we can swallow

Choke Choke Choke Choke

Those little mouths
Make marks on my skin
Sweet razors oh let them kiss me
Behind a door the leather slips around my neck

Worms make their nest
In my mouth and eyes
Filling everything
With your blind sufffering

Pour gasoline
On the leech exposed
I'd rather burn
no more dying for your feeding

Burn
Burn
Burn
Burn

This voice is a razor ripping at my throat
These words are stones on which I choke
Every day find another way to transmutate this sorrow
Into something we can swallow

Choke Choke Choke Choke