i carve my flesh for you
and leave myself bare at your doorstep
i've made a butcher's shop of myself!
you pass me by
perhaps you were on the way to buy sugar
something sweet
something that doesn't last so long
i stood next to you
i diced my heart and removed my brain
i stewed my blood in your silly pot!
i skinned myself alive for you
and i thought you wanted more
so my hands held out something raw
i bore my insides on the out
after so long i thought the cure was done
i have rubbed this salt on all my wounds
one time
two times
three times over
and for what!
