Waking up into the world Foul words burn holes in my ears Truths so raw they rot my young flesh The instant they leave your lips Kisses of death and decay A power play that never ends My personal hells undying fire Pulverizing my mortal soul Crazed thoughts meander in my head I make my own meals Milk and crunchy glass shards Topped with freshly ground chillies What a tantalizing trinity The perfect homemade breakfast To accompany our charming little pad Savour our eclectic interior Forget the artfully bloodied rooms Someone's stiffened liver in our dining Torn muscles stashed in a corner A punctured heart in the kitchen sink Some ground up bones in pepper shakers Fractured ribs on my study desk The brain sitting on the couch Our latest wallpaper from centuries ago News of our deaths on the headlines Your acidic kindness A raptured spleen in your bed I belief that belongs to me I'd give anything for your brutal love