Million Jawbreaker

Would that you could touch this angel in a clutch of snakes?
Oh, pretty, pretty, I'm aflame
So excited, so unslept
Somewhat littered, so unswept
You have to sleep before you wake

I am spilled and poured
I am peeled and cored
I am hanging from the floor
Flicker like a freak
Through a sleepless week
In a black cell of forever

There's a point to this
A point I think I often miss
Oh, clever, clever, where's your heart?
You can turn a phrase until it reads a million ways
It makes no sense but it's as good as it is sad

I am sad, elated
I am segregated
There's this stitching and it's itching
All my friends are dead
Asleep in distant beds
At least these enemies stay close