Eating Yourself.
Darling you've not been well it seems,
You've been torn apart at your seams.
I tried to help you, I really did but you fell in.
(Take other round of medicine).
They say it's autophagia, who cares?
YOU CAN('t) CONTROL IT(me), I'LL RIP YOU BARE!
-Gasp, -Gasp, -Breathe, -Breathe.
Feel your heartbeat beneath the sheets,
Drenched in sweat and in clammy heat.
You ate Molly, love, what have you done?
You're stabbing and jabbing and waving a gun?
Pardon me, I thought I raised you better son!
(You, my heart we're falling- ), WAIT-
A monster, a demon...am I the one?
So here I am, as the ice wears thin,
Covered in crimson and drenched in sin.
In our teeth, wait, is the skin?
You heartless girl, you shell of tin!
Am I who I am anymore?
A dealer, a lover, a killer, a whore?
So my love, as you start to devour my brain,
Which of us was truly insane?
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