Laugh like lilies painted red
A knife to my back, a bomb to my bed
Shout so it might seem all right
But watch them fade - back to white

Faster droplets fall like fears
Shedding softer than our tears
Intricacies of meaningful intent
I am not broken, I am bent

Comfort comes in twisted shapes
You’re my console, you’re my rape
Scream or laugh, take your pick
Just a sound to make me sick