Let's get the emo out
Since we broke up, I broke out.
On my back, scattered like a thousand tiny footprints of promise and refuge, refused.
Filled and porous and disgustingly full,
Looking like they're ready,
But never ready.
It bleeds.
It bleeds when it should expunge.
Exfoliate, excrete.
It doesn't do what you think it would.
The skin lies on top.
Lies on top.
Lies.
The white head marks a spot of pus.
But an ocean of blood.
The butterfly gives itself appetizing appeal...
Until you realize it's but a millimeter thick.
On my back, scattered like a thousand tiny footprints of promise and refuge, refused.
Filled and porous and disgustingly full,
Looking like they're ready,
But never ready.
It bleeds.
It bleeds when it should expunge.
Exfoliate, excrete.
It doesn't do what you think it would.
The skin lies on top.
Lies on top.
Lies.
The white head marks a spot of pus.
But an ocean of blood.
The butterfly gives itself appetizing appeal...
Until you realize it's but a millimeter thick.