Who else is eating drugs
who else is burning out
who else is sleeping rough
who else is having doubts
who else is hiding shame
who else is healing pain
who else is needing sun in the middle of the rain
who else is never tired
who else is half awake
who else is getting bad luck when they really wanted fate
who else is fading out
who else is giving up
who else is painting smiles on a mouth of words corrupt
who else has blackened eyes
who else is wearing thin
who else fighting thunder when they're ready to give in
who else is burning bright
through every lonely night
who else is preparing their armour, though they're not ready for the fight

The smile in her voice
to ask me if I was okay
is the nicest thing
to happen to me today

Because my face was lined with creases
and my cheeks were soaked with tears
but I will remember her and her light-brimming eyes
for a multitude of years

You get out and play with your paper dolls
their lissom limbs float and shake
you love the way they look at you
you think it's love but it's lustrous and fake

You cut a new doll every day
and carefully rip all their pieces away
you string them together and colour them in
and all of your dolls are flimsy and thin

Go ahead and play with your paper dolls
their paper hearts will soon unfurl
their whitened hearts will burn at will
their fleeting parchment creases and curls

And here I am with my wooden heart
rigid and rotting and swelling from the start
and growing like trees inside my carcass
while you burn your paper dolls with hands so heartless

I was made in Satan's image
Lucifer gave me eyes of green
I was birthed in a boiling ***
in some blackened tar pit scene

I was given claws engraven
and placed into a grey stone bed
and sometimes when bear my soul
my pearly white skin blazes red

I was crafted with Beelzebub's birthstone
and blessed with a poisoned mouth
but I was told to keep it shut
or Satan says he'll drag me south

I was made in Satan's image
but for once I long to be pure as snow
but Satan tells me I'm a demon
and I'll never go where angels go

Time has harmed me
but the leaves stood by me
and the wind will never cut my skin

Time has harmed me
but they didn't stand by me
and I will never fall in love again

He refutes sobriety
like he is scared of the night
and he's scared of my eyes
and my arms

But I too am scared of my eyes and my arms
such that I cannot comprehend
how anyone on this Earth could stare into them
without burning with bile

I am so very vile