"Down the Toilet"

This is the trial of the fluid screams,
The disease that I play on repeat.
Hiding from you, yet enticing you.
They fade into you under the sheets.

Acting out your most favorite game:
Unscrewing the heads of baby dolls.
A whole new method of teething,
While held against my closet wall.

Ignoring the confusion sweeping over me,
Sticky and dirty, dripping vanilla ice cream.
Infected Band-Aids that hurt when peeled off,
Wishing and waiting, you make a small cut.

Take it in, drink it in, forget about pretending.
Your stories make me sad, twisting and bending.
"Exacerbating effrontery"; your words sound so clever,
"Emanating empathy"; I'll keep your secret forever.

Ignoring the confusion sweeping over me,
Sticky and dirty, dripping vanilla ice cream.
Infected Band-Aids that hurt when peeled off,
Wishing and waiting, you make a small cut.

Embracing the confusion sweeping over me,
Sticky and dirty, dripping vanilla ice cream.
Infected Band-Aids that hurt when peeled off,
Wishing and waiting, you make a small cut.