Seams.

 This pattern has stitching that many can't sew,
it feeds on decrepit threads that are scattered like crows.
The edges are burned from ancient desires,
and all that remains are the ashes of liars.

It stretches you out to challenge your dreams,
while picking at details that lay in your seams.
One needle runs circles all in the fabric,
the other sporadic with all its safe antics.

As the design starts to unravel,
my heart is spreads gravel,
to make it harder for you to dabble in,
cause' these needles are picking away at my skin.

-M