/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

Doctor I'm telling you
To cut me open please
Doctor I'm begging you
To bring me to my knees
Tear out all my flesh
And all my bones
Make me your cold machine
So I can walk alone
I want you so bad
I can't stand
The man that I am
Got this riddle figured (Do you?)
Someone must have sent you to
Orchestrate a shell game
Against the callouses of our hearts
I hate your subtle beauty (Do you?)
The way your doe eyes slow dance me
And beat like a million humming birds
When I draw closer
And the slope of your nose I detest
It's the kind that drove pharaohs crazy
Touch me I'm a hornet's nest
Sinking in Egyptian levies
Most of all I hate the way that I miss your sight
More than a blind man would miss his own eyes
Oh my, oh no
How can I be so shameless?
And let myself fall so
Impossibly for you
Oh my, oh no
How can I be so shameless?
It's 'cause I've learned that need deceives
And you are what I want