I wear a dress
of rusty nails,
heavy,
it pierces my skin.
I don't bleed.
I just walk,
keep walking,
step after painful step.
They can't see me stumble.

I'm not real;
I'm a pretty illusion
that breathes the air
they want me to.
Inhale, exhale,
a slow suffocation
just to mask
my lies.

It's. all. for. you.

For you 
and your intoxicating
love,
this bittersweet addiction
I cling to.
This cold deterioration,
this tissue damage 
deep inside.

This dark and twisted
chain around me,
these consuming shadows
and poison words.
I can't, I can't
stop.
Can't live without you
anymore.

So I wear this dress
of rusty nails
for you, 
for you, 
for you.