Clear
Clear as day
The nurse will not heal my wounds
The doctor will not diagnose my
Problems
It aches, it screams in the vacuum
I am sore from the taste of difference
See a mark you tore from the top layer
Look into the abyss, see the pulsing core
Watch it beg, no more
No more
Open from behind comes the point
Soft words built to puncture
Lay in bed as needle cross over