Let the sunlight hit my surface
Only the shadow can confirm my consistency
Homeless vacant bones
Dust borrows my time until the dirt
What’s the purpose behind my arteries?
Why am I allowed to breathe?
I curse every day my eyes
I can’t unsee my misery

Carve emotions into my face
Dismember and re-assemble me
Let tragedy smooth my edges
Blood will wash away my skin
Hammer until you get the shape
Make a sculpture out of me

Sculpt me or bury me

Sculpt me with your bare hands
Make art out of the debris I am

Don’t stop until you’re finished
I’m material for an artist
Draw beauty from these limbs
I’ve dragged year after year

When you’re done adourning me
Leave me in the purest form
The one I never reached
The one I’ve always wanted to see
And if there’s no sculptor
Than can shape the misery I am
I’ll strangle every will I have

Sculpt me with your bare hands
Make art out of the debris I am
Sculpt me with your bare hands
Free me from my own misery

Carve emotions into my face
Dismember and re-assemble me
I’m tired of witnessing my misery
Sculpt me or bury me