Skin sticks to my rickety ribs the decay has begun again atrophying my aching limbs so grab an axe my friend we’ll cut me down at the shins
And if the long fall doesn’t break my bones it might take some time to remove my spine
Afterwards we’ll move inside my frail and fragile frame it always stays the same
I’ve broken too many bones because I’ve replaced them with the paper Mache I have made that looked so pleasing but it has no meaning
I’m tired of standing up feeling the pull of gravity
I just need to give it up
Cut me down
My body lies on the ground
My blood is on display for all the vultures and the snakes to set up their cubicles inside my brain
I could be put back together but I dissected myself
I’m dissected
The lies sink in through the cracks in my bones
White blood cells leak out
I dissected myself through the cracks in my bones