Systematic Destruction

My attempt at metaphor :P I want to be the one With a fistful of cake I want to make you watch And then politely demand more Flood that void, because words are words And they never manage to fill the gap of a growing gulf As matters stand; I do not particularly care much for food Desperate situation for which we must now solve Body Dysmorphia and words have both proven useless Self-harm is melodramatic, face to face is impossible My systematic destruction of peace treaties and answers The DNA is thicker than the blood within which it inhabits Whether fact or fiction there is a half there known for sure Your systematic destruction, your axe in the tree My empty plate and your hair held back Sharing one body, even if the halves don't make a whole.