Tracing the veins in my arms
Introspective photogrammetry
(Annotating my anatomy)
Every memory
A surgical incision marked
In wrists of indecision
My death will be a sacrifice
To those who deserve to stay alive
My body holds more potential
Displayed and examined
(Cut me the fuck open)
A donation to the deficient
Once the carbon depletes
May my organs bring you peace
May they bring peace
I pray my loved ones
Dissect my nervous system
And find the answers I couldn't
When I was still with them
I'll guide you when I'm not alive
I'll guide you when I'm not alive
(You will not find)
You will not find
Communion in me
A metaphor for insufficiency
I'll guide you when I'm not alive
I'll guide you when I'm not alive
I'll feel safer in a place
I have nowhere to run
Eclipsed by shadows of feigned faith
Cross my heart
I'm fucking done