Beets Untitled

Beets bleed and tables have legs
 I boiled up a feast
 And the table, it ran away a bloody mess
 I need to stop singing in code
 To start ringing true only
 Because true rings only
 Keep away from me
 I am full of terrible things
 Elbows, elbows and knee pads
 Can you believe that I still need them?
 Scissors and window boxes
 I buried three pairs
 Can you see how hard it is?
 Keep away from me
 I am full of terrible things
 My lazy shape is armed in dirty clothes
 My arms are worn and scarred with beauty marks
 So they can tell my lazy shape apart
 From other shapes with hearts and human parts
 Beware
 Where I am is where
 The channels run bare
 The canals run bare
 And there's much to be scared of
 That didn't wash up
 Till everything dried up
 Keep away from me
 I am full of terrible things
 But if you love the terrible
 Then please be near to me