Hannibal
I’m ripping my brain out
Piece by piece
Cutting it into little squares
I’ll serve you our memories
On a silver fucking tray
I’ll feed them to you,
With hands that don’t feel like mine anymore
And you can taste my brokeness
You can swallow my emptiness
Chew on all our hopes and dreams-
you were worse than a fucking cannibal.
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