Jimmy, I’ve Heard the Voice of God

I suffocate below this foreign stain
Each breath fractures my new acrylic skin
The surface underneath twisted in pain
I can't remember everyone I've been
He poses me, despite my agony
For him, I am Venus, Virgin, and Whore
My stolen muscles wilt and atrophy
My razor tongue sliced off the scars I wore
I miss the bite of faith on my wet lips
The electric sting of borrowed power
At my old veins my barren mouth now rips
The plaster of my prison, cold and sour
Because I leave you every chance I get
The river flows and I will soon forget

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