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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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