"Eyeball Eater"

I'll eat out the insides

Of my fucking wrists,

And I'll hide it better

Than you hid that scratch.

I'll cry red eye make-up

And be antisocial

But smile with black lips

To explain it's an act.

My very own preservatives

Will become poison,

But my posture shall be perfect

As I swallow them.

You'll sit across from me,

Copying my smirk,

But mine will be practiced

And much more force-fed.

Never will I grow old,

As long as I'm fucked,

And I'll spit my bile

As you spill your blood.