Dead or Alive

How I'm feeling

Bump go my heart

Your fingers scab open my chest

No time to cover up my scars

You can now see through my imperfections

Moving slowly through the cold winter night

Touching every living dream I’ve dreamt

Burning it as I weep

Tasting it as I speak

Replacing it as I sleep

I can’t go any farther

You locked up my knees

Even to reach out for strength

Becomes a prison of art

I can’t perform alive

How will I live when I die

Creeping through others thoughts

Like an undead soul never meant to cry

You scotched my life, bled me of happiness

My actions played for keeps

Cautioned my lips away from your poison

I might not have a chance to breathe

I may not bleed profoundly as you need

The whole in my chest you dry me of

Has caved in from your lies

So the only thing you will get out of me

Is death on your sleeve

 

Paper cuts your way to me

I’ll be here dead or alive

To capture your skeleton

Liquefy it in acid

So that all becomes of you

Will blow away, leaving no remains

Your guilty pleasure

Chills up my fence heart

Playing Russian Roulette

In the middle of my chest

Interest peeks in your eyes

You can feel my vibration scatters

See my delicate tears scream

Finding it more pleasurable

When you scab your fingers inside my soul

Author's Note

Thank you for reading :)