Don't tempt me I'm already shaking

"I need you to keep myself vaguely anything
whereas you're vaguely whole anyway"

Did you misread or I misinterpret
there's soars on my back and eyes on my feet
except the likelihood remains

it's an itchy kick from five thousand thoughts
sitting inside
tiny knives
looking to open me up from the inside

succeeding evermore there's a gap full of fairy dust
or dust all the same
but it must be magic
as I only occasionally feel pain

concepts sliding down my throat on scrubbing brushes and scouring pads
my words get no cleaner only aggravated

tinfoil around my bones
feet stone cold

I want to kill you, slowly

so for one I can savour the moment
and two I can be sure that you know.