O, burn me with sandpapered tongue;
I feel your biting words tear flesh.
Help me forget what I’ve become,
And hush these voices in my head.
O, cut me with straight-razored spite;
I beg thee - bleed me of myself.
Etch on my skin, with sharpened knife,
Reminders of this emptied shell.
O, choke me with this painful lust;
Spit upon my exposéd heart.
Unburden me - do what you must -
To use me for your wayward art.
I loathe your gaze, but you alone
Intoxicate my sobered soul.