Your lies are like the creeping fog that blinds me,
Guides my injured soul into the blender with a thousand
Knives that grind me into powder. Coal black. Gelatine.
Can serve me on a plate + watch me shimmy,
Shimmy. Red. Cholestrol. Intravenous. Feed me, feel
My nerves explode galactic in your veins. You taste
My essence — does my hot exquisite pain excite you?
Does it? Hell you care… I’m just another notch; another
Conquest, another lock of hair tossed in your casket.
Come tomorrow it’s like I was never really there…
