You adore my shiny slivers of insanity,
Mere splinters that caught in my weave
When my being was hewn from madness
I charm you with my quiet ways
While flurries of words drag their nails
On the echoing inside of my skull
My evasiveness lures you into my arms
And my heart sinks through my bones
As my pores recoils from your touch
My saccharine crust thins on your tongue,
Bruising your mouth and making you run
To something more palatable
