Scathe

Let me be the cancer on the other side of your skin

Insides matching out

Pieces and all

What is left of your crumbling frame?

The innocence you claim

All falls away

Drawn to the mistakes you repeat

A burn from which you never learn

Desperate to stay in the dark

Desperate to be the one holding the blade

How far are you willing to cut?

How deep does the decay lie?

Your drawn on identity begs to fall away

Let me be the cancer on the other side of your skin

The ink in your veins calls to be drained and so

Everything you are leaks from the mouth

You couldn't sew shut

Everything you are spills from the hands

You couldn't keep clean

Universal truths run off your fingertips

Words written and spoken with resent

I plead with skies for this parting gift

Let me see

The problem dog begging to be put down