Calm.
They cannot hurt you, darling
They never will
(Well, they have
But like Frankenstein
You crawl towards the light
In spite of the scars)
Be still.
Remember what you are
(Black eyes and spite)
Silence.
Follow your own advice.
(I’d cut out my lungs to spite your
White bread, black heart face)
Do you know what it sounds like?
A howl in a bowl of blood
Pride is a sin
But you were never a saint
(Angels are so spitefully white and I paint myself red)
Surrender.
They have always hurt you, darling
They always will
(But like Frankenstein
I crawl towards the light
In spite of the scars)
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