you haven't eaten in weeks but food doesn't fill the emptiness you feel inside
and you might as well cut her open and spill her guts because that's as much as your getting out of her..
the tigers in your eyes
have come to pick off the little meat left on your bones
if only you'd just eat something, if only you could scare them away
but your empty and strung out on luck and there aint any fight in you left
so you lay there
and watch them
fill their stomachs and tear apart yours.
your innards stain the grass a deep red like a sad portrait made by an even sadder painter
And
There ****** grins ultimately mean nothing
Because
They don't understand
that

*your bones are just potato chips as they crush them
your heart is just a waste of space
and your ribcage is just a silly hollow little thing..