Immolation - Cloud Rat

I want to dissolve on the outskirts of the world

And I will tie the string to escape the other side

Crowds of people praying on the body

Using her as a host

A public, pregnant ceremony

Preyed on and eyed

You open the glass case of my gazing perfection

Abandon the elders and run for the road

I will light my body on fire before you get too close

They trace the lines on my face;

Facing, I sit at the very edge of the bed

Look at yourself in the mirror

And try to remember who you really are

Orbital puffiness;

honey bee pollen;

I put my face on

I put my face back on