Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I burn easily
Forever now, my skin stitched together, leather and
Rank twine now keeps me from falling apart.
Anger because my beauty is hidden within where
No one can see. My outer is a mess of murder but my heart is
Kind though no one can see that in a monster.
Endangered am I, they have pitchforks and torches,
No sense and no care. I burn easily, I hide in caves and bellow
Sadness into the howling winds of the coming winter.
Terror grips me, as it does grip those who view me.
Everyday I look at the bolts that keep me from losing my
Idyllic head, the scraps that made my body, that gave me life,
Now are objects for which my life shall be taken away!
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Rank twine now keeps me from falling apart.
Anger because my beauty is hidden within where
No one can see. My outer is a mess of murder but my heart is
Kind though no one can see that in a monster.
Endangered am I, they have pitchforks and torches,
No sense and no care. I burn easily, I hide in caves and bellow
Sadness into the howling winds of the coming winter.
Terror grips me, as it does grip those who view me.
Everyday I look at the bolts that keep me from losing my
Idyllic head, the scraps that made my body, that gave me life,
Now are objects for which my life shall be taken away!
10-20-10
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I burn easily
I burn easily