Angry whispers shake my bones from the limp death of my cocoon
Another telling of the unwise to an eager ear for violence.
I don't believe in fairytales, only nightmares grace these walls
Shattered pieces of what we used to be talk to me from hidden spaces.
I'm not yet tired of my ugly life, but weary all the same.
Dismayed is the only hope I hold, a little too tight for the still born.
I don't believe we have met on this earth, yet my eyes hold you like a dear friend.
Beware the tales of woe and sin, she'll suck you dry with every breath.
Heritage runs deep in veins, but nothing a sliver of silver can't devour
Pick out the bruises they left, cut away the memories.
Bathe in deep red, licking insects from the sheets of our monotonous bed.
Deep down here is where she lives, look, see, quiet is her voice but never does she sleep...

Inside me she hides, waiting unnervingly, unwavering in her hope to unfold me.
I am you now, you are me. 3am... Mourning insanity...