#untt

the chair is a ghost from when fish were real

frame my hair tear it out kiss my skull and bleed me out make me an art work feel my bones as they break beneath your finger tips your warm soft lips are more than i deserve i must preserve my heart for you oh how you make me bleed

the banana is a snake with no arm and a dress with no fish

let her cry let the tears fall down her face as the filth and lies out of her mouth she has done the wrong she has filled my heart with the acid made to keep me alive as it now kills me let her cry

kill me drink my blood from the veins in my arms let me feel the pulse of my soul go down the heat of my skin fall let me vomit in disgust as i cry for my lost beauty my inner self released death to the birds lets them rot on the ground as i do death to the fish let them sink as i have death to it all let it look as i do

my body is art feel the flow of the fat feel the heat of the skin feel the pulse of my heart death takes me

grass

feel a glass