This is what we call it, now

With a fork and a knife

That shine

Oh they shine

Cut open my face

Let it bleed

Because I have a mask

That falls and it slips

And I shove it back on

To see that it’s there

But I like my vulnerabilities?

I like to use them

As distractions

Confirmations

Of how it is I feel

For I’m as lost as all of you

Cut open my face

Carve apart the skin

Shatter the bone

And with creaking footsteps

See what lies beneath

I am disgruntled

Disgruntled, I am

For no one truly knows

It is only me that doesn’t know

Is it only me that doesn’t know

Whose face I plaster on

I want you

Put down the utensils

Release your sullen grip

You are no surgeon

I’ll take it myself

New age weaponry

And I’ll pry apart muscle

And flesh and dry skin

And I’ll tug with flexed tendons

That tingle in strength

But I won’t feel a thing

Save the deepest of deep

That runs in my veins

Curiosity

As I cut open my face

Hollow out eyes

Crumble porcelain lips

I’m cutting open my face

With this fork and this knife

To let my bloody head fall free.

.me.