spots are dots that were never meant to be
\nand I have a million spots of pain
\nburied deep within me
\nremove my skin, exposed
\nI bleed out your name
\nand everything you were
\nall the love
\nyour sex
\nthose eyes of soft surprise
\nfluttering they flitter like tiny butterflies
\nthat I try to fly out of my head
\nSTOP!
\nThe screeching and the scratching
\nand all the other noises of clatter that scatters in my ears
\nthat only I can hear
\nit’s laughing time again
\nyour voice rings out like a court jester
\nsent to haunt my every thought
\nand I can’t get you out of my head
\neven if I was dead
\nstaring in the face of a faceless memory
\nI am not even sure what you look like anymore
\njust a collage of memories I think I have thought before
\ndelirious with despair
\nalmost crazy, with a twist of lazy
\nshaken and on the rocks
\nstop, spot
\nI have no more soul left to bleed<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"