Dermatophagia

It's a whore of the mind
Phantom limb of one's flask
Would you care to pour a glass, now
Darling

Creeping in when she touches
Sending shiver down spine
She sings a pretty song

But the words aren't the same
They're slurred and deranged
Derailed, out of time
Off of key, losing lines

When your arms start to shake uncontrollably
When you know if you sleep you'll die

Tomorrow night's pride
And tonight's ferry ride
Would you care to be more crass, now
Darling

Mindless hums from the hallway,
She's a nun by her footsteps,
Performing a dance

But the dance isn't right
It's off-kilter and trite
And her footing is warbled
Offensive and more

When your arms start to shake uncontrollably
When you know that you wake when you die



Credits
Writer(s): John Newman Shields
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