Weave - Ego Likeness

I create the things that haunt me

The ghosts you see here came with me

I create my consequences

I have weaved my history

Something in your bones calls you here

Something in your fabric ties you here

So take a breath and mend the wound

Or pull the thread and disappear

I designed this institution

The lunatics are honored guests

And it was invitation-only

The murderers are here at my request

I don’t wish distress upon you

Or to be a dreadful host

But you’ll likely get what you want the least

Just when you need it most

Don’t fall apart

This is a gift I promise you

A silken thread to mend your injury

But if it scars or not is up to you