
This was made for The Soundry's "Stitch It Up" challenge, where we had to put different segments of a prompt together. --------------------------- Morning comes in violent white, It leaves me nowhere else to hide. Another day, another mask, Another mouthful of the same. Let it out. Let it crawl. Let it ruin what I called control. Let it out. Let it crawl. Let it take what I can't hold. You said pain makes people honest, Maybe that's why I lie so well. I made a home out of the damage And called it somewhere else. But something underneath me Still wants out. Let it out. Let it crawl. Let it ruin what I called control. Let it out. Let it crawl. Let it take what I can't hold. I learned to smile with both hands shaking. I learned to sleep beside the sound. I kept the worst part quiet So it would not burn me down. But something underneath me Still wants out. I kept it fed. I kept it still. I gave it my hands And called it will. Now it moves when I don't. Now it speaks when I won't. I kept it fed. I kept it still. I gave it my hands And called it will. Let it out. Let it crawl. Let it ruin what I called control. Let it out. Let it crawl. Let it take what I can't hold. Let it out. Let it crawl. Let it wear my borrowed skin. I am tired of keeping it in. Morning comes in violent white. It leaves me nowhere else to hide. I don't know what's left of me That hasn't lied.