Body Horror

I feel unsafe in my skin like there are wires within holding tension sending signals sending me into a spin my synapses misfire my lungs co-conspire shaking hands and damaged plans the fucking fear impends I can't stop fucking shaking my break is fucking braining I'm losing words it fucking hurts do not fucking touch me it doesn't end, it doesn't end, it doesn't end, it doesn't end, it doesn't end, it doesn't end, it doesn't end, this is body horror I feel unsafe in my skin like there's nothing within a hollow void eternal a drain without an end now drawn here to depend on shattered wretched sin I'm puking blood and shitting death and reaching for more gin fell asleep in broken glass I still have nightmares of the past a blackout epitaph of need of blood and scorn and bitter seed I'd rather die than live like this seven years in the abyss I've earned my every scar but now that door is barred this is body horror I feel unsafe in my skin like all the blood within could overflow into a vase and I would merely grin my haunting spectre, suicide I felt so trapped inside at thirteen I was inpatient and a second time inpatient eighteen I was inpatient nineteen, again, inpatient twenty-five inpatient so fucking impatient I was lucky not to die I was lucky not to die I was lucky not to die I was lucky not to die this is body horror