:: open ::

sew my lips shut
let my wrists do all the talking
the red ribbon twines
fucking heavy
it burns it's way into me

fiery life that just won't let go
bloody hell behind my eyes
there is no true freedom
love is, a lie
love is a lie

the only real is streaming down my cheeks
living salty paths
to brush away in daylight
resist the urge to scratch
and use the palms of my hands

the room smells softly
of dainty things
which I am not
it's depressing
I wish I wasn't drowning

red ribbons through my lips
can you hear my screaming?
so silent it's painful
lungs to burst
when my mouth won't open

::: No Windows :::

these towers without windows
made with the colours
of all the birds of winter
are standing very tall

but since there are no windows
that means there's no escape
and once you're in, you're in, you're in
so make yourself at ease

you will never see the raven
or the blackbird on the wing
because the keys will be lost
once you're locked away

::: scar tissue :::

I won't give you my throat again
choking on the entrails of my own existence
I know what your teeth taste like
against my skin
my scars could swallow you whole
I could drown you in my veins

the silence is only as deep as my eyes
you could fall forever
if I let you in
but I won't because I can never
can't ever forgive what you
because I'm bleeding

there are no feathers to protect me
just letters, pages on the floor
I can't remember
knives glimmer in every smile
shredded tongue to choke you with
never doubt the mortality of my hips