Milu

A sip from my cup of madness.

I've found myself again
Hidden away in a dusty box in the attic
My skin cracked and peeling away
and my head, a cup filled with madness

Seeping into that shell again
its whimsical creatures seem foreign
They sew me up but paint my skin
Only dreams to wash out the torment

Cut my strings and sets me free
or drop this curtain so I can see