This is going to get ugly.
Nights like this I wish to rip out my bones with my hands and throw them against the wall. They would crash around your feet like little instruments so maybe you could hear me. Maybe you would play me a little song and I could be your music. I'd carry the echo through the hollows of my skull like a broken seashell. I wish to vommit blood into your mouth as it travels down your throat so maybe you could feel me. You might know me well if I lived inside of you. I wish to turn my skin inside out so the raw glows in red like fire so maybe you could see me. Would you make love to me then and would I be as pretty? I swear one of these nights I'm going to cut you open while you sleep and I will have my proof.