How it stings and throbs Singing of the damage done, Angry hidden flesh.
Tallest tower, where I languish as time ripens. Beauteous, beastly
Tender open wound Salt and abrade the margins, Thus irreparable.
Embed your blade in My bone. Drag your dagger through My flesh. Make it hurt.
On I twitch and dance As you tug my strings, your toy; Set me free, I beg.
Mirror on the wall, Whose gaze chills my spine? Strangest Face, surely not me.