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