The Molten Larva
Scraping away at the corrosive layers of regret and death
For a glimmer of shit is left with a dull shine
Further reaffirming a hope that comes with a vial of bleach
No longer will I bleed filth on repeat
I’ve encased myself inside this skin for far too long (now suffocate me)
Now set me apart and let me finally unfold
Like a blistered blossom reaching for the sun
Categorize me
Cauterize me
No longer will I be such a shame
That you hide your face from where we came
Categorize me
Cauterize me
Like a molten larva burning from disease
Silence you will take to your grave
Engulfed in blistering regret
I recoil as the heat burns away
My paper-thin flesh to reveal
Nothing inside, nothing inside
I am nothing but a futile sketch
On a canvas that’s been set aflame
Bleeding filth, drink the bleach, cleanse my soul
Feel relief as my eyes roll back
As my eyes go black
Silence you will take to your grave
See no more
Feel no more
All nerve endings burned away
Burned away
Silence you will take to your grave
Now you bleed
