I'm so damaged it's not even funny
but why should I offer the proof?

I'm developing a case of rigor mortis.
I'm intended for dissection,
and I'm frozen in a trance.

Won't you break me open?
My mind's already maimed.
I know each cell by heart,
each memory in place.

Prise me apart,
and tell me what's left.
I have no more reflection.
I'm a body lost at sea.

Lucky stiff
working stiff
Bored stiff -
Taut, tense and troubled.

I want to be edgy and enlightened
but I'm dead from the neck up.
How can I melt the river
that resides in my brain?

The art, this act
your needless tact
is stripping me away.
I need to need,
I better bleed
in faded colour
I'd more than welcome
your astringent words
but I'm off-key,
out of kilter
I'm dressed to mourn
I'm dressed to kill
There is no skill
in falling several floors.

I'm sealed with a kiss,
I'm a near miss.
Take off my mask,
please do not ask.

Just make this stop,
I felt the drop,
that sudden, sharp turn
as my mind veered
and became
this gathering storm,
this burning wildfire,
this little pill
you placed
in the centre of my palm.

It's pretty in pink,
and as you say 
it'll let me think.

I'm a misfire of the mind,
tempremental and timid
Come on,
come on,
I want to win
oblivion
oblivious
to my footprints
in the snow.

I'm a lit match
and I scorch your fingers:
Just the exit music
for this film,
the grainy texture
of what's left
in the bottom of the glass.

Come on,
come on,
please make this fast
I want to go
Don't want to last.

Come on,
come on,
please come inside
I haven't got
nowhere to hide.

I'm forgetful,
I'm fake,
I'm only half-baked.

I heard you,
I helped you:
First do no harm.

I'm ruled not by passion
but the blood on my sheets.
This really isn't my week.

I'd be better off
if I'd never started
but I wasn't asked.