i know ways to cut you so you'll never heal, i am shy and self-destructive, and i will bring you down with me. sometimes words get stuck in my throat, butterflies in a net. pin me down with needles, turn me into specimen. don't touch it, drop that - it's dead, diagnosed. a ghost, smoke, carbon memories burning my lungs. we are waking ashes, leftovers of was was once alight. i have burned out.