I tore into myself
To beautify disease.
But sorrowfully displeased,
They couldn’t even scream.
The mentors who should be
The ones who shouldn’t need
Still come to remind me
That I owe them my dreams.
The voices finally stopped
With the soot that fills my mouth.
As a fire burns in my lungs
And these words won’t come undone.
I had a nightmare that my disfigurement would begin to fade
If I placed shards of mirror in my hands, shoulders, and face.
I was so afraid of all that I had lost in spate
That I lay on the tile and slowly push until my skin would break.
Reserpine of silver gleam.
Overflow my nights of grief.
Wash away the dirt of me
From the one I love and need.
Reserpine of silver gleam.
Bring me to calming sleep.
Your edge is so resolving,
Relax so my love can begin to dream.
I was myself of yesterday.
Up the well of my soul I traced.
A jagged, chalky line
To later find the self I hide.
The expressions of my pain
Poured out as shallow hate
And bore into my world’s crown.
In my well, I cry in shame.
I had a nightmare that my disfigurement would begin to fade
If I placed shards of mirror in my hands, shoulders, and face.
I was so afraid of all that I had lost in spate
That I lay on the tile and slowly push until my skin would break.
Reserpine of silver gleam.
Overflow my nights of grief.
Wash away the dirt of me
From the one I love and need.
Reserpine of silver gleam.
Bring me to calming sleep.
Your edge is so resolving,
Relax so my love can begin to dream.
Close my eyes and wish away
These transgressions I can’t replace.
Place my heart in a music box
And slowly whittle a trave.
I’ve lost who I could be
With the one that I love and need.
So, the halo of my wrest
Is blood and tears upon my neck.
Reserpine of silver gleam.
Overflow my nights of grief.
Wash away the dirt of me
From the one I love and need.
Reserpine of silver gleam.
Bring me to calming sleep.
Your edge is so resolving,
Relax so my love can begin to dream.