Swallow the Problem

I've glued my eyes back so I can't sleep.
I've cut off my tongue, now it's hard to eat.
My ears are nailed shut to block out sound.
These knees will never leave the ground.
I turned off my brain...or did I lose the battery?
My soul is so black, it cannot be cleansed.
I've ripped out my heart, or was that hole always there?
This body of skin isn't mines to wear.
My fingers are numb from rubbing my face.
These nails have long since lost their lives.
I've gotten scars that look freshly made.
Or perhaps their old and trying to fade.
I'm stretching the truth, into a sugar-coated lie.
And in turn, someone takes a generous bite.
Past its limit, it's about ready to snap.
Soon I'll be hit with my very own crap.
I'm choking because I've swallowed a problem.
It's lodged in my throat so I can't speak.
But I guess that was their plan from the start
Maybe they just wanted me to look the part.


20/02/11