Dermatillomania

This acid flush of shame Can only be man-made Its ugly roses bloom and wither when I look away The photographic bulb It flashes and explodes Only when I'm edging close to feeling weightless I'm a finger-breadth away And then I see your face Are you rolling in your grave While I soak it with my piss? From the basement of your house, I can't find my way out of it So scar up where it counts No one can see me now Dermatillomania, we lay our flags down And it's not a sign of hope It's not a suit of armor Only a reminder And then I see your face Its features are the skyline of a city I can't place A city struck with plague and now your eyes are out of frame But I'll always know your name You're lucky that you died before I could sing Now you're exorcised Now that I have hexed you Now you're exorcised from my mind