My stomach is a graveyard
Of exoskeletons
Bubbling, inside the acid of your hatred
Killing all the moths that dip and dive
Guised as butterflies.
Chaotically crawling, I squirm and I writhe;
Like a parasite trying to root myself deep inside your mind.
Let me hide in the wrinkles where your secrets lie,
And I'll lay my own for you to pry,
So you can see and feel the way
You exorcise the demons I try to **** everyday.
In this dank, ***** cage that tastes like asbestos
And weighs like mold; where rodents have made a home
You've scraped each layer of filth and carved a throne, for you to sit.

You make me feel less cold,
A little less sordid;
Like I'm useful and important
As if I have some kind of worth.

Please erase from me your damning antipathy.

I just want to hear your heart sing,
To feel my pulse when you're happy;
Even if I end up left alone
In insect wings and rat droppings.

-SLuR