Leeches

Artificial and compelled silences Lips I hardly own, confusion stitches Here I stand anywhere, anyway Well here I stray lost instead My whole body is covered in leeches Hollows fluttering and anguish reaches Claws made of clay carve away my face In slender jutting shapes for old fears to embrace Shades in the mirror growing over the edges Tell me what's that twisted spectre that my dark fantasies please I'm falling