cursed
burrowed
parts
apart
ownless
your temple
your roses
your thorns
would it help
to cut yourself
to all the little pieces
to all the thigs you think you're not
to strip down your soul
to clue back together what's left of you
are you crying all alone?
are you out of control, or just the opposite of it all ?

to embrace
a dicease might not be a sickness
a sickness might not need a cure
not perfect
to supposed to
i don't know