Deep inside me there is something.
Though there is a screech of nails
And they dig in deep to my throat.
Someone whoβs bad for me but I keep going back.
A shadow that runs from itself
Cut the parts off that never brought me any good
Only worse when they were involved.
I look at you through slits for eyes
At a man who says heβs one thing but acts the other
When he makes it all worse.
Lay my head against his shoulder
Only for him to cut it off.
My sickle limbs morph into eyes
And they trace his body in anguish.
I thought I knew what rage tasted like
Itβs rotting flesh that sinks between my gums
That spreads like disease.
Nothing left of you except what I will leave.
Trail behind me with bloody fingers
Helped birth a creation thatβs always been half lively
The Black Death is winning
And I have no choice but to lay here splayed out and waiting for my body to be eaten away.
And they run off with the hope I once had.
Iβm sticking my tongue out
Can you give me enough this time?
Plead and plead like you crave
Look into my slicing eyes
Tell me you like it that way.
You are just as sick as you were the day you created me.
To create a daughter made up of every part you hated about yourself
And still believed Iβd turn out differently.
Was believing Iβd become an angel
Will be trusting me that when you force your fingers down my throat
I wonβt bite them clean off.
β I am everything you fear, yet everything you dreamt to be. Let me look at you, and let me sink my hound teeth into you.
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