Nothing to play for, everything to lose
No tears shed, eyeless terror
I don't bend I break
I don't smile I scowl
I remain unquenched
That frozen nympho bound in stagnant thought of which I never had
Interwoven flesh between us and my fallow state
When the compost settles where will I be, who will I be?
What that obituary read ain't never gonna mean to me
Unfriendly places
Inhabited by the Half horned sadist
Comfort me baby
Befoul the untempted remains of blank
Unfiltered
Tarnished
Stained
Snapped another flower
Ditched a face of quick that we built upon
Drunk another vowel
Of comfort and displeasure
Time and time again
I been blamed by your hungry end
Hate bellows beneath my waist