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Crucify me, I’ll return much stranger than before

My form is shifting all the time, sifting

Puss and peeling scabs and marks that denote she’s a whore

My form is near inhuman, its humanity is fizzling out

Bread and butter, fall in line, pops picks your haircuts

My skin is thin, you can see them crawling inside it

I can see myself degrading, god is rotting in my guts

The screaming is so deafening, its proof that I exist

You take everything so personally she says as she twists the knife

I let her put it in me and I thanked her with a kiss

I know that’s fucked, but hey, it’s romantic, right? 

Maybe the lacerations will seep out my sins in mist

She said she wants to cut away the parts that do not serve her goals

Carve them out and make them into something new, someone whole.