Day To Day

Threaded Spine

My spine is red with black cracks.
A demon has a hold of a dozen backs.
Poison bliss flowing through my veins.
The one who watches gives and takes the pains.

A dark shadow engulfing my face.
Your dress is threaded with noir lace.
I don't know what my choice is.
But nothing much can come close to this.

My body is falling to pieces, as is my mind.
But something is watching and being too kind.
They think they can hurt me but they are wrong.
I love when I feel the shivers of this song.