bless your brittle bones as i gnaw my teeth down to a pulp but without you there d be no center to my toppled world bathe in sisters blood talk to the ghost of my dads mom about nothing but heaven and the cancer in her gut stare until it hurts into the eyes of an animal stripped of breath and in my life i want to see the suffering of them all end this curse is near to stare into a mirror and then into the eyes of someone willing to absorb but without you there d be no center to my toppled world