☆ bleeding in the corner ☆

Do you ever wake up

And dont like you too?

Please dont touch me

If silky smooth skin

Is all i am to you

If you watch me like drawings

If you treat me like paper

Blurry my lines with glue

I'm not made of ink

I breathe blood

All through you

You see i am rotting

Glazed with formalin

Perserve me

Percieve me

But dont stroke me

This flesh that you

Love so much

Will wrinkle

Shrink and curl up

Or slowly decompose

Turn into meadows

Of dispose

And when i am nothing

When i am nothing to you

But a mind

And a memory 

Will you still love me?