Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see.
All by myself, I'm alone in such poor company.
The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink, I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin. I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.
You'll love the eyes. Have they always shown so vacantly? The more I show the less you'll want to know.
I can't stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now I'm on display. I am becoming. Hurt myself today. It's all for you.
Do you like what I'm becoming? Cut myself today. It's all for you.
I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee.
Pushed through your panes. Seems I've landed quite uncomfortably.
But as I pass through souls of broken glass I can't stop the insects that are feeding.
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.

• At A Glance
• Clove Smoke Catharsis
• Exsanguination
• God Called In Sick Today
• Lower It
• Malleus Maleficarum
• Midnight Sun
• Narrative Of Soul Against Soul
• No Poetic Device
• Porphyria Cutanea Tarda
• Strength Through Wounding
• The Last Kiss
• The Prayer Position
• Weathered Tome