Miss Titled

Gnarled mind, scarred skin
Stretched over taught and thin
Illuminating, morbid and bright
Gripping hands uncomfortably tight

Nails biting into the flesh
Pushing your mind beyond the rest
Dig the anger like a hole
Falling faster, on we go

Silent we hold on tighter
Wanting oblivion, no more a fighter
Let me leave my moniker of pain
Welts of pleasure, quietly insane

Corroded smile, crayola and gloss
Laid bare and open for the lost
Leaving trickles of misery in my wake
Never truthful but not altogether fake

Derived from desolation, I come forth
Broken and jaded, voice so hoarse
Manufactured feelings hiding truth
I can't be myself unless around you

Trumped up love with a stab of guilt
Never alone, emotions to the hilt
Hungering for more whilst saying less
You are all knowing and I'm powerless