Rip me, bleed me, tear me whole,
Rip me, bleed me, take my soul.
Running, hiding, can’t be free,
It’s way too hard to hide from me.
My body is a prison, my hands are my tools,
Eating, indulging- the games of fools.
One day soon you’ll make me strong,
Become so perfect that I belong.
Don’t let go of me please
You’re my hope and my disease.
One day I’ll fight you to shake you off,
But you’ll grip tighter before you scoff,
That I dare face you, my only lord
And give me guilt as my reward.
I close my eyes from the terrors I see,
And finally know that the terror is me.
Your grip is tight, the night is long,
I’ll become so perfect that I belong.