Do it it’s easy, clench your teeth don’t be queasy,
She lies as she speaks I know she’s ******,
I hear them whisper I hear them scream,
They say get rid of her, and cut her lean,

Leave me alone please,

Oh shut up you fiend,
There’s a gun in the drawer and a pillow under your head,
I’ll tell you what we’ll set her on fire instead,
Doesn’t matter what you do as long as she’s dead,

-Stop it, just stop it.

She’s no good for you shell probably **** you in your sleep.

-No,

You’re not the same anymore, so dumb, so weak,
Use the sheets don’t let any of it leak,

-*******,

Listen to yourself, talking to the ceiling,
You better shut and do as I say; she can hear you screaming,
And I can see it in her eyes I know she’s cheating,
Do it quick, it’s painless; she won’t live to know the feeling,

I’m going to **** you.

**** me baby, but I’ll still be here tomorrow,
When you stare me down through the mirror.
Why do you tremble? You don’t know fear.
Open your eyes *******, I’m right here.

-Where are you?

What are pointing that at?, I’m inside,
You want to **** me? Open wide.
Pull the trigger, pull it.
Put the barrel in your mouth, swallow the bullet,
That’s the only way to go, you know it,
So what are you waiting for?
Pull it.

I fell in love a while ago,
To an exciting, divine and beautiful gal;
I loved her to death, in taste and in smell.
She was an exhilarating specimen; taught me laugh, live and love.

The thought of her, grinded my teeth, and ached my bones,
Hell the thought of her gnawed my lips and curled my toes.
At sight she shrunk my pupils and widened my eyes,
She gave me Goosebumps yet she was the raging fire inside.

Oh she was my one, my only. My snowflake, my perfect beauty.
-Her name was ******* and she ******* loved me.

I dug my toes into the thick bristles of a rug,
Into its dark autumn colored floral pattern.
Then I stood alone talking to my glass mug,
In this old, run-down highway tavern.
It was quiet and I’ve never been here before,
But for some odd reason these faces looked familiar.
Oh happiness!, why must you to be such a *****?;
For In every desperate sip there is something peculiar,
Like the memories of love I’ve been trying to ignore.
But I’m contempt nonetheless, in my intoxicated womb,
I might have lost the battle tonight, but not the war;
For in every helpless sip, I’m drowning in a bitter roux.
Closing my eyes, while my life sneaks out of the back door,
-With every sip I take, I’m making love to you.

The big breasted bartender smiles,
As I pull out a tall burgundy bar stool;
From under a mosaic table with green tiles.
She said drink till your hearts contempt,
But don’t you look like a fool.
I nodded with agreement, not sure of what she said,
Then tipped her in change, which seems to be the rule.
Soft songs played the ambiance yet the silence wasn’t new.
Red Christmas lights lined the rugged bricks.
I didn’t come here for love, but for a poisonous fix;
And as I take sips of my Smokey beer, I’m kissing you,
So come to me baby, with your thin glass hips,
-And your lips of morning dew.

You’re staring into my soul,
With your light hazel,
Mysterious black holes,

Oh you don’t really know
How much it rattles,
My weak brittle bones

****. I want to rip,
Off your thick iron,
Taunting clothes

Feasting on your neck,
Pulling on your light brown silhouette
While you drown in your,
Boiling Passionate sweat,

Sink your teeth,
Into me.

For I crave your dangerously seductive,
Moist and inarticulate whisper,
For I think I may be in love,
But I could just be eager