beautiful montrosity

You're a beautiful montrosity,
Dead to the world, with nowhere to go.
Saying you're afraid of rejection, I say you're afraid to live.
So let me dig deep inside of you,
like a maggot in a corpse.
Tell me your deepest, most grotesque thoughts.
Or the prettiest spatters in your mind.
I find it hard to judge you either way.
Your cold demeanor draws me closer,
Lie and say your heart is moth-eaten.
I'll knit you a better one.
Please don't turn away,
You're morbid caricature is all I'm looking for.
So let me run into your decayed arms,
Coddle me from the mundane picture perfect outside world.