You are poison. You are toxic
Black tar oozing from your diseased lips.
Half human. Steaming pile of putrid pus
Reveling rancid rancor reeling in rot and rust.
Born in filth. Mourn your health.
So fucking proud to be in love with yourself
Scratching and clawing walls turning red
Can't seem to get you out of my head
Buried never breathing
Die never knowing
Feast upon the ashes
It would have never lasted
Wounded and cut. Sickening rot.
Crippled and dropped in a burial plot
Festering folds of filth and decay
Scrub all you want you won't wash me away
Soap and bleach to clean the knife
I scrubbed you from me fucking life
Not even death will bring you peace
i cut out your heart and buried it deep.
Nothing to no one.
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