stare into the sun

let the disease infect your eyes

feel the rapture of her cold kiss

her cold lips filled with worm juice

pressed against your beating heart

cold hands run trembling still over smooth skin

aching from the years of abuse and neglect

a child abused and broken down

so the virus can plague her

discordant screams

memories of the days gone by

discordant screams

memories of the years gone by

teeth in a bag

tears in a cup

she slits her wrists

to forget

the torment of a twisted life

teeth in a bag

tears in a cup

she slits her wrists

to forget

the torment of a twisted life

teeth in a bag

tears in a cup

she slits her wrists

to forget

the torment of a twisted life