Drum

thirty four.

I'll crawl out 

My skin suit

I'll claw out my skull

Throw me out 

To Winter's edge

And leave me-- 

That I could guide myself back to the sane

Ring out soaking black ink from 
The awareness of my habitual sabotage
Call it an artist's pain

But look at me without blinking 

The way you do, 
And the fists start beating 

Against my throat from inside my veins

A warning song

Shh, they never last 

They never last