MA-HITO

Feeling kinda reckless. Let's wreck this.

See what happens when we tear all the limbs from the desecrated body.

Can we put it back together again? A Ma-hito out of this thing we built between us.

Between us? Built by us?

There’s only one pair of hands!

                                        SHAKING…SHAKING…shaking

Stained in crimson and reckless.

They cut deeper and deeper and deeper.

who’s holding the knife?

It’s lonely here, on the outside of the thing we built.

We, built?

                                       HA…HAHA…hahahahaha…hhhhh

We’re all laughing, laughing, laughing, at this smoke show of a joke.

We must like the way we hurt. Because we keep crawling over the shards of glass, just to stand here looking at this Ma-hito.

Pull it all apart, press it hard between the shards.

If we cut it up small enough, will either of us ever recognize the pieces?