Corporeal

Loved ones tell stories about me to me

But I already know what it's like to die

And to pluck at my ghost's sad eternal

I wrote an apology on the mirror

And one forget-me-not to yours truly

Another ideal sculpted frame

To Love

To Want

To Fear

To Blame

Another ideal sculpted frame

To Love

To Want

To Fear

To Blame

Another ideal sculpted frame

To Love

To Want

To Fear

To Blame

We all hate to look

We all love to picture

Alone we seek shadows to hide in

As statues mark these days

I know nothing of delicacy blossoming beneath flesh

I know nothing of delicacy blossoming beneath flesh

I know nothing of delicacy blossoming beneath flesh

Tickle my fancy with visions of "Perfection,"

On infinite wings I fly from affection

Syllables, images, deny self-worth;

The pain of convention

There's a desire to validate this body

There's a need to eradicate this paradigm