hang my eyes upnon a hooknswells the panic;ni can't lookninside my own skin, i failnto find my-nself againnna million faces look the same,nand their replies evaporatenthere's no soulnbehind these eyes, ifnthey can't glue menback againnnghosts drop hintsnand whisper things, justnblood and bone, andnbits of string;nblood and bone, andnbits of stringnnfamily portrait on the wallnquiet confusion, circle this:ni can feelnmy mother's hand, butni can't find hernface to kissnnthere's no soulnbehind these eyes, ifnthey can't glue menback againnsomeone's lifeninside a box;nnothing here resets the clocksnnghosts drop hintsnand whisper things, justnblood and bone, andnbits of stringnblood and bone, andnbits of string