we call sanity
I can feel a swelling
deep within your pores as you
leave my bed colder than
that ice box between your fucking thighs
wrap yourself up for the winter slut
cover up with your pity
and stand knee deep in lack of conviction
I've hidden the key to your dreams
inside my nightmares
deep within the culling in my throat
purr you piece of trash
because i'm no longer feeding you blood
and when you can't pick your fucking feet up
from the mud you've been sinking in for years
i'll finally feel redemption
not in the form of a song or dance
but in bitter revenge
as I watch
these rapids shred skin from your bone
exposing muscle
which becomes a meal
for the sand bag you call a friendship
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