redashsunrise

You tied your hair in knots And on your neck you hung the medals of forgotten saints You told me they'd protect you From bright needles and cold hospital rooms You've wasted away in reverse Your yellow skin can't contain all your bursting organs Where they float suspended They're pulling you apart at the seams If you wrap yourself up in sheets And lay in the corner Maybe you can pretend you dont exist Like the grasping hands, or the stagnant water in jars on bedside tables I understand, you just want to sleep Tired of being poked and prodded In your tender stomach By blank faced doctors who don't know anything Well