Cleopatra's Sling

I've masked myself so long, so why have you nursed these tears and now it seems so clear. The life you gave is broken. Ugly humans round up razorblades. Taste that steel cold to the touch, warm to your tounge. Cut it out, to speak evil. God how will I defend to my mother. Her hands will wrap around your neck. She'll kiss you and call you ugly. It's ok, we'll just kill her too.