porcelain (The Art of Disappearing)

Play for crumbs
Hope for closure
No reprieve
Derelict composure
Say I will
And know I won't
Just take your things
And let me go
The fog is thick
The air is cold
More than ever
On my own
I say my peace
And live in hope
So naive
Grief has taken hold
Artificial light
Is poisoning me
They're watching and I'm certain
They have control over me
I'm way too fucking intense
The pressure way too pure to ingest
I say it and wince and try to make sense
Of moments I've dreaded more so than the rest
I say it in jest
Then say it again
I speak with my chest
And wish you the best
The sinew abscessed
I yearn for caress
The greatest distress
To ever express
Dextroamphetamines
Chronic sleep disorder
Bodies lie contorted
Dead, she looks like
Porcelain
The art of disappearing
I can't tell my spirit
That it's all you know
The floorboards are so selfish
The way that they creak
So egregious
So outrageous
The wind chill outside forces a hushed groan
And the bellowing of beckoning call
Desolate, decayed, decrepit homestead
Try not to focus on the details or downsides
Summoning, I've waited for my whole life
Waited for my whole life
Dextroamphetamines
Chronic sleep disorder
Bodies lie contorted
Dead, she looks like
Porcelain
The art of disappearing
I can't tell my spirit
That it's all you know
Dextroamphetamines
Chronic sleep disorder
Bodies lie contorted
Dead, she looks like
Porcelain
I fucking lost my mind
I try all the time
But I just can't let go
Play for crumbs
Hope for closure
No reprieve
Derelict composure
Say I will
And know I won't
Just take your things
And let me go