I'm digging a hole,
Through my chest,
Then into my soul.
Its my comfortable nest,
But i know need to go,
Before itll infest,
This barely beating coal,
And im afraid that the rest,
Will rott and will mold,
So fish me out of this,
Concrete corner.
From the whom of this abyss,
For you know its only getting harder,
To avoid life's, infectious kiss,
-Her sinister, crimson red lips