Fell into the mist

I could barely see

Did I even exist?

Now the weapon holds me

Which way do I twist?

I thought it was all over

Felt a burning kiss

Changed into a costume

If the bullet hits

Is the pain posthumous?

Is my aim amiss?

Shattered porcelain is never soft

I made myself small

After a searing stare

Fearing red herrings

I followed the hare

There’s a place I should be

But I don’t know where

Com terra debaixo das unhas

Independente das alcunhas

Ou disfarces, ela vem

Um adeus doloroso e lento

Fagulha perdida no vento

Ela fez mais um refém

O sussurro da serpente

Escondida entre a gente

Desafia a si mesma e se mantém

Eu, com todo o meu medo

De longe não percebo

Se ela está chegando ou partindo

Vivendo choro, morro sorrindo

A muse used to be beautiful

Filthy in fantasy

Non-existent unless brutally immortalized

Innocent until proven guilty

Had she known better she wouldn’t

Bored of the cycle

of being only a disciple

She follows faint footsteps

Closer to the ground, it’s warmer

The earth is whispering

Down there, no one is dead

She made herself a higher power

A creator

A muse used to be beautiful

But rarely is she made in her own image

A muse built by a monster is bound to be destroyed

After the first bite

Apple’s moving fast

On her way to paint a perfect spiral

Every day’s the last

She’ll leave a little mark

A fingerprint inside a piece of tape

A fresh new taste

The same old shape

Once it’s worn out

She’ll deem too small her favorite dent

And reach for something in her bag

A lovely new attempt

A faint smell, a feigned sense of self
Disembodied
Reduced to a pulp

Self annihilation
Pushing the issue
An unrefined way to engage in deception

Unnatural alteration
Stretching the tissue
Tearing until there’s no more room

We are permanently deformed
Surgery won’t fix this

Raised scars still sting sometimes
Fresh scars are darker
You’re not supposed to touch

I’m pretty easy to forget
Sometimes I want to see me
So I carve out my silhouette

To hide inside yourself is a dangerous thing

Most of existence is accidental

To avoid rendering yourself meaningless

You must think of the outcome

Get rid of distraction and trite nutrition

Reverse the vision

Count down the seconds until the rush

Small waves make an ocean

My nature’s vicious

I just don’t have the strength to match

Forcing me to camouflage

Cut my losses, unattached

I am suspicious

‘Cause there is always a catch

I get lost in the collage

Different features in the same batch

A real face is buried there

I can’t trust any pair of eyes

They might not be bad

But their nature’s vicious

Todo o sangue dele se concentra na boca

De onde saem as mentiras, com pressa pra fechar negócio

O erro está em processo de transmutação

O que não foi mas poderia ter sido

Formas extrafísicas de aproximação

Temo o indescritível desconhecido

Um dia me arrependerei de tudo

Do certo e do errado

Sob a luz do sol me retraio

Um livro fechado

Não sou mais espectadora

Me misturo com a escuridão assustadora

This is the state of a natural crater

In haste to burrow through the dirt

And come out on the other side

The strings pull me closer

But I’m not supposed to

Two lines intersecting

A treasure or an error

A numbing noise and nothing else

What else can I shed
That makes me less similar
What is being read
That I have not written

Am I really my only assembler

More hands to help are no good
When they don’t answer to you
And bind your first two

How do you even get that far on foot

Try to forgo common sense
When creating something major
It’s a reasonable request

Why would you fight against your nature?