Needles and Nails

Needles and nails
and seven more times before I become
Nothing to you
Sitting outside your inside walls
To be in balance I have to
And will you regret
A potency like me
The noxious weed
Coveting
Your bones and soul
Starving you of angel wings
And all the things they bring
Leaving my mould
Expose the exit wounds
That left me this way
The boundless hate
That bears no name
Needles and nails inside me
Have left me
No room to breathe
Or be.