When my teeth stop biting my tongue, the words I spit will be made of venom.
Should a weakness be revealed from its dark hiding spot, my response is inevitable judgment.
You'll be stripped and searched, for bruises to beat, for insecurities to shake.
The sting is often strong for up to an eternity.
The coping takes no effort, but healing's quite demanding.
Still...
When all is said and done, my contorted body will hold out its mortal arms, pleading to embrace you.
Should a weakness be revealed from its dark hiding spot, my response is inevitable judgment.
You'll be stripped and searched, for bruises to beat, for insecurities to shake.
The sting is often strong for up to an eternity.
The coping takes no effort, but healing's quite demanding.
Still...
When all is said and done, my contorted body will hold out its mortal arms, pleading to embrace you.