-1Wound

You were made of plastic cups

But I didn't really care

Now I have a wound

And blood is getting everywhere

I killed someone's mother

And probably someone's dad

But I was born into a basement

And killing is all I had

Now I have a wound

That is really hard to itch

My world is turning blue

Just let me die, you fucking bitch!

I would not be adverse

To licking every scar

On the body you possess

And the one I hope to own

I look at you with a thirst

Because we both know who we are

Should a mirror come between us

We both end up alone

It's a sickening sore of a thrown-up love

Thick and covering what it used to be

I am then what I am now

Waiting for God to feed you to me

Aug 22, 2007