717 Stitches

I refuse to be anchored
By the injuries I've sustained
I've conquered worse pains
So get ready to bear witness
To a new kind of horror
Fuck, this feels like bliss

Let me stretch my legs
Pull myself out of the dregs
Take a deep fucking breath
Resuscitation from death

Sew the wound
Smorgasbord patchwork
I'll be a new man
For what it's worth

Seven hundred and seventeen stitches
What's been taken from me
I won't miss it
Gutted, gleaned, and cleaned
Reborn, I am fresh meat



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Dring
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