I see a standing silhouette
In the corner of my room.
I see the bubbling potion
That sits inside my spoon.
I’ve been feeling followed
Since before I left the womb.
I’ll still be feeling followed
When I’m buried in my tomb.
Cross Your Heart
I live inside a waste-pipe
In a wasteland, this was all planned
From the start. I’ve felt my beating heart
Take its beatings and I
Remember at first I was scared of the dark
But as I grew up, I grew scared of your heart
And the scars you placed upon mine.
You destroyed my everything
My schemes and my dreams
Displaced by screams and by nightmares.
I look to empty skies
And see dread where others may find peace.
I have no aspirations, I don’t deserve a piece
Of what every other holds. I spilled my guts to you
Told you my truth, showed you all that I could be
You didn’t try to set me free, you built new bars and hid the key.
I dress myself in stenches, I sit on rotting benches
Wait for acidic rain that drenched this body I’m burdened with.
You can see I’m hurting. You continue with your flirting. Innocence lost and tribulations found.
“Help me, it’s been a minute since I’ve seen a decent count.”
I memorized your time signature, I took notes on your words
You leave me by myself deep in the dark, nursing my hurt.
I placed a cross upon my heart to try to earn your trust
You placed a cross upon my heart, it bled from your disgust
We placed our pain upon my heart, I took in all discussed
I struggle when in public, as I look on with distrust.