Holding so tightly to precious things that they
Crumple and split into pieces
My heart in pieces
My head in pieces
The pieces sing
They won't shut up

Cold sick in my chest
Hold on to it and feel alive
Trace over the lights
Trace over your name
Remind myself this is real

Blunt nails
Scratch my skin
Beautiful scorch marks like burning flesh
Black rot where we touch
You are a demon
Lie to me
I love your lies
Silky smooth and blood under your teeth

My heart in pieces
My head in pieces
Take all you want with your burning hands
Your blackened fingertips
Scratch my skin