Shall I Go?

Pin me to the floorboards, wrap me up in glass

Leave me in the leaves and let my body turn to grass

It matters not the way I’m broken,

It just matters that it’s over,

Like a sinner gone to mass.

I cling to brittle fabric, that tears at my distress

Velvet and the woodwork when we sinners go confess.

I can’t help but think I’m worthy

Of a fate in shallow ground

Just let me rest in lace, in my closet’s softest dress.