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Soul autopsy
You need to cut me open
Pulls the weeds in my gut
Anxiety and hatred
Passing out, take it out
All the ugly bacteria, amoeba
Split me all the way down
Drain me like a sickness
Purge me like a deadly sin
Clean my insides to death
My system is failing
I melt like wax — all fever
Dying under sunspots
The heat flays the porcelain
Tenderizes the skin
Bruising my limp body
Fear and loathing in my gut
Blood clot on my heart
Raspy the beats off
Fever dreams, July nights
Crying out in the lowlights
Skin sickly green
Waiting for my doctor
too busy to see me
Dandelion bare
She said without a care
I'm rotting in the dirt
Thrown out into the wild
Hot tears as I burn
Swallowing the vomit — searing
People are my enemy
Blowing me out into the cruel world
Far from what I need
They said life will never be fair
But I didn't think they would make me
a dandelion bare
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