blot my mess

i am nothing but a manifestation of your idea of me

i have molded and changed to your whims

i have thrown myself into mirrors and let my body bleed

i have scarred and created a million red canvases on my skin

you decide the countless faceless people i should be

/after a thousand washes, even my shadow isn't real/

Your fingers constructed abandoned houses wherever they touched me

And every night I see you but you're nothing more than an apparition in the corner of my eye

With every "I Love You," you injected ghosts into my bloodstream-

Leaving me haunted even when you weren't there

So now I can't sleep with the lights off

Because even the sun can't chase away your shadows

And priests won't set foot near my front door

(They've given me up to the devil)