Death and nuetrality
The sick way you look
after my visits.
My finger on your trigger
Bang
Bang
Two shots to the left temple
Death and nuetrality
Sick
Twisted
Eyes full of shame and hunger
Like a fire of fate.
Join the brigade
Of broken homes
spirits
and hearts.
Mock me
Contort me
What can I do?
Crush my skull
and its contents.
I would fall into your
mouth again
to be vommited
and flushed.
Swish.
Gurgle.
Gone.
