Perfectly Deranged

June 9, 2011
Pull my nails back.
Bend my bones.
Sow me with needles.
Fill me with stones.
Change me into,
Someone like you.
So I can bleed lava.
So my hands can feel what’s real.
Stitch my veins through my eyes.
Stretch my lips into your lies.
Leave me,
Perfectly deranged.
And when you’re gone,
I’ll never be changed.

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