Please don't listen to him
He offers only what he is
A pale smile and red eyes
If it's internal sleep
Why does he grow restless
Convincing all to take his hand
-
Those razor blade fingers
Wrapped around your wrist
Are just molding and plastic
They aren't real, you're real
At least for the time being
-
Don't open to him
He will only crack you
Just like the eggs
Dripping from your hair
He will only bathe you
In the crimson
You try to expel
-
Can't you see his tongue
Covered in the lies
You tell the mirrors
When leaving your
Bloody sanctuary
