Fear Strikes Deeper than my Blade

Fear strikes deeper than the blade
Dripping from the walls,
All the walls
Down, down

All the doors are open
And they shut, shut
My voice is stuck
A thick throat

The color red has its own life,
Just like green,
Hissing

Inflammatory confection

I am afraidness
I was born to be sticky and
Distressing
I’m howling you

Things have to be replaced by me,
Put in a different order, orderly
What’s it like to live without hands?
My throat

Elastic
Pulling,
Pulling from behind
Sunshine is so relaxing on your skin

Why can I do everything?
Brightness in my fingertips
My heart fills

Tight
Tight
Tight
Tight
Tight

There is no knot
I am here to make others feel loved
Can someone put a hand on my shoulder?
You cannot fail at loving
You cannot fail at loving
You cannot fail at loving

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