Dry Fingers

My fingers so dry and cracked
shoved down my throat
up comes the hate and bile
now in the toilet afloat.

No more do I care about you
or anyone else at all
for now I have this satisfying secret
my only perfect flaw.

I barf for every day I died
I skip a meal for every punch
for every time you left me out
I skip another lunch.

My eyes are dark at the thought
of forever being alone
for no matter how much I want love
Evil's ugly face has shown.

My dry fingers shoved down my throat
are now beginning to bleed
at the thougth of being shoved down again
but even Evil needs to feed.