Lavender Feather

Extract the bullet from my head
Fragments of nefarious thoughts
I suspect should've been left unsaid
Imagine my heart in a mason jar
Picture my stiff body in bed
Pieces of skin littering your hands
Choking from bullshit I'm fed




Thief life dying in decline
Left to pass the lonely line
I left you pissing me
Two becomes three
Breaking skin, breaking free
So much for the lowlife
Burning out midday, midwife
Choking on soap scum
To you I do succumb
I am dumb
But then so are you
Three from two



If these bones adhere
Lavender feather will appear
Save me from my 7th story decline
Straight to the fine line
Leaving you is leaving me
Two becomes three
Breaking skin and extracting seed