Bats, spiders, and rats form on my tongue
they crawl down my throat and live in my lungs

Cobwebs, moths, and dirt course through my veins
they nestle in my brain and make me insane

The flowers I've spent months watering start to wither away
Why did you lie when you said it would all be okay?

These weeds inside me were born from idiosyncrasies
And they make it way too hard to ******* breathe

My skull is cracked, bones are shattered, it leaves me scarred
This garden looks more like a graveyard