
I’ll bite the hand that feeds me
You’ll try and say you need me
But I’m already fucking gone
Like a clock
That’s stopped ticking
Mould on the wall
Why can’t they ever be alone?
What can I give you from my bones?
My hands were tied long ago
The rope’s loosening, I hope
You already fucking know
The marks on my throat show
Things like that
Don’t just go
What do you think I owe?
Tried to love me but I choked
I don’t know what this is
I’m telling you all I know
What this is…
Is the skeletons and bones
I’m swearing my oath
Can’t ever leave me alone
Don’t just love me for your own
I can’t stand here anymore
The swimming pool deep end
Is safer than this road
What do you think I owe?
Tried to love me but I choked
I know what this is
They hid me from it all
Tried to kick down your door
How could they stand there
And ignore?
My skeletons and bones
Your skeletons and clones
Skeletons and clones
Are breaking up my bones
Buried in deep, mark left on my throat
You couldn’t just go? Left me alone?
All the sharp teeth, lined up in rows
They were always there, I suppose
(Tried to love me but I choked)
(There's nothing that I owe)
(Nothing that I owe)
(I still choke, labelled as broke) (I miss the smell of smoke)
(The love I gave unwillingly)
(They all look the same to me)
(So I choke and I choke)
(Can my brain let me free?)
(I need to be free, I need to not be needed)
(Need him not to need) (me)
(Fractured and incomplete) (Nobody’s job to set me free)
(Why is that all I seek?)
(I sharpen my teeth, maybe that’s what makes me bleed)
((HE JUST LOVED ME FOR HIS OWN))
((HAD TO HEAL FROM IT ALONE))
Everyone else is a clone
I won’t wait for him to reach bone
About the Creator
Essie
Brambling, atypical logorrhoea that really materialise in the form of hatching worms. Or stars.
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