The Weathered Tome


hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see
all by myself, i'm alone in such poor company
the deeper i think, the deeper i seem to sink
i can't stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin

i broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece
you'll love the eyes have they always shone so vacantly?
the more i show the less you'll want to know
i can't stop the insects that are feeding ,
pull the needles from beneath my skin

now i'm on display, i am becoming
hurt myself today it's all for you
do you like what i'm becoming?
cut myself today, it's all for you

i part the night, flashing, approaching as i watch you flee
pushed through your panes seems i've landed quite uncomfortably,
but as i pass through souls of broken glass,
i can't stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin
please don't ask me what i think, trust me, you don't want to know
please don't ask me to open up trust me trust me 'cause i can't







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