A twisted knife
(A twisted self rejection)
A porcelain reflection
Where sorrys die
(Where apologies aren't accepted)
And my mind is the murder weapon
I know I could control it
But it's so consuming once it's in
A maniac in bilocation
Stretched in two different directions
Now I'm back inside the glass
And I know that the pain is coming
Now I'm back inside the glass
The regret has slithered into me
Now I'm back inside the glass
And I know that the pain is coming
Now I'm back inside the glass
Now I'm back to what I used to be
A manic in denial
A speculum injection
A parasite (lives inside)
It swims through my intestines
Outward appearance can be deceptive
In the process of
Dividing
Designing
(Open the door)
Now I'm back inside the glass
And I know that the pain is coming
Now I'm back inside the glass
The regret has slithered into me
Now I'm back inside the glass
And I know that the pain is coming
Now I'm back inside the glass
Now I'm back to what I used to be
When the thing I tried to kill
In this redesign of self lives
Slithering
Into me
Becoming
Designing
Slithering
Into me
Open.up.and.let.it.back.inside
Open up and let it back in
Now I've got (refracting)
What I need (shimmering)
It's in me (suffering)
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