I'll Be Your Huckleberry

Theyve gotten in.  i can feel their breath on the back of my neck.  i can feel their fingers faintly carressing me.  this makeshift monster is mine.  i provided the wood for myself.  itll rot and decay.  i know that its not raining because im a banquet for the earthworms buried in my skin; for the maggots dwelling deep within.  throw me into the front yard.  shut my eyes, the sores of the soul.  cover up with makeup the reality that we're not perfect.  and if misery loves company, then i dont want to be miserable so i can rest alone.  let me sleep.  this is the last time youll ever see me so wave goodbye.  this is the answer to a question that you never asked but i have realized that im a monster inside.  force your lips to express the kiss.