Wound me a little deeper

The battle is always the same
and I always seem to lose

sometimes you welcome me with flowers
before you kill me

maybe if I scream hard enough
I can get rid of this disparity
maybe if I hit hard enough
I can break this floor

I feel like claws
are scratching the inside of my ribs
everytime you turn your head away

little devils and their horns
stabing my lungs

I worship you
like a martyr worships his god
I am a little lamb
dressed as a lion
and everytime we play
you seem to wound me a little deeper

I do not give up my disguise yet

But when I do

I don't think there will be much
left

of me.