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