Put me to sleep and let me wake up without a memory. I cannot stand the eyes of judgment staring through me. It's like lead on my chest, concrete around my feet, Asword down my throat, and poison on my tongue. Burn it off, the taste. For too long my teeth kept secrets from escaping my tongue. So bring your scalpels and cut away. I cannot settle for mediocrity; it is a leech. Burn it off. I have no lover, I've buried them all. I sleep on a blood soaked mattress, luke-warm. Stripped away and cast into the fire was my innocence. My reflection such a pale complexion that I hate. I have no lover.
