Death Posture

I've got this twenty-four year itch in my skin
My death ensemble
My body groans
This is the price you pay
It sinks to the marrow
Where the chemicals don't flow
The devil kissed that part of my head with blackened lips
Baptize me, pray in your grime
Could you ever feel as ugly as me?
An unfinished painting
Your scattered artwork
No wonder my father left
High tailed
To where the skies are warm
No wonder my mother's working
To watch her seed bloom

I can't see with my eyes open
Just let me sleep
You've taken the biggest part of me

What of the one before me?
Could the child have been a flower?
A thorn am I to induce bleeding, but the tree yields fruit
I've got this twenty-four year itch in my skin
My posture of death

I can't see with my eyes open
Just let me sleep
You've taken the biggest part of me

Watch my bones bend back
Contortionist
A pill bottle consolation
So I spill my guts on the floorboards but they never keep my secrets
My own face idolized in picture frames gawks at me
Now tell me
Have you ever seen a boy so ugly?
Someday I'll be a man
Everyday is blue and grey
I'll scrape by the best I can