There's a sickness in my mind
A corrosion of the flesh
Beneath the knotted flesh and skin you'll find
The cracked shell of a snail, the pounding thresh
Split me open
Hear me sound
The drowning beat
The lost and found
A silver cross
A gold chain
How much can be hereditary blame
A familial mark of shame
The monsters of your nightmares
These corpses of familiar flesh
Your own kin's lips and breath
Words that cut you to the bone
Condescending eyes so like your own
Humans
These gods of our creation
Fashioned in our arrogance after us
The mere image was never enough
To bring a strong girl to her knees
Make her whimper and plead
They called her weak
For for her beliefs she would not die
But live for them she would
And life well
For all good girls have a place in hell
How to fight hereditary traits
There's a certain love where family's placed
No other words cut so deep
Tear through sinew
Rip the skin
Leaving you a pile of so much flesh
and the tears pooled on your chin
Like blood in a bruise
Leaving you with little more to lose
We
The clumsy creatures of melting flesh
Blood beat blue to our last breath
The step over the precipice
Oh, we all died long ago
Even if we could not tell so
We are all zombies of our own creation
Science in the making
Of two become one
