Strip the skin from this wreck of a body
Tear down the walls of my wretched spirit
Spit out my flesh, it’s gone sour and gaudy
Burn this creature, for it has no merit
Inside you’ll find naught but fear and weakness
Burn it now, leave the ashes to scatter
I’m too twisted for these lands of bleakness
Ruin me now, ‘fore I all hope shatter
Sun may shine, rain drown out all misery
Tears all dried, grief all gone, life moving on.
Let the monster stay on rotisserie
Till all joie de vivre has all but gone.
All that it is, is just borrowed grief
Yet it robs me my mind like night’s own thief
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