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von Srail

Climbing up the pattern of trauma
Jacob′s method
Reading her past by touching the scars
On her body
In the imperceptible room

I slide my fingers in a fresh one
And pour in it some light
Turning you on like
A bedside lamp

As beautiful as Ed Gein's art

The room reveals a sordid code of stripes on the walls
Like hair on a terminal stage patient′s bathroom
It shapes a pornographic pile of naked bodies scenery


In your room made of keratin
Slowly reshaping you to your worst state
Shrinking
Crushing
Slowly reshaping you to your worst state

Autoimmune regressing process
Why don't you get out
Of your fucking box
Why you always have
To kibosh and choke
All the beauty

Won't you stop running away, bitch
Why don′t you sing happy melodies
Take your time but do it quickly
For the sake of everybody

Such a disappointment

As shattered as your mirror
You fall into pieces
Where you walk barefoot
Crying and seeking excuses
You′re the only one to blame
In this hatred box