stare into the sun
let the disease infect your eyes
feel the rapture of her cold kiss
her cold lips filled with worm juice
pressed against your beating heart
cold hands run trembling still over smooth skin
aching from the years of abuse and neglect
a child abused and broken down
so the virus can plague her
discordant screams
memories of the days gone by
discordant screams
memories of the years gone by
teeth in a bag
tears in a cup
she slits her wrists
to forget
the torment of a twisted life
teeth in a bag
tears in a cup
she slits her wrists
to forget
the torment of a twisted life
teeth in a bag
tears in a cup
she slits her wrists
to forget
the torment of a twisted life