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