You once told me I was hypnotic
and a few days after that I had a vision
that included us killing each other

and you shot me dead
before I could even pull out my knife
and I think that’s a pretty **** accurate representation

I always said that to shoot someone is pretty non personal
and this is nothing but

so I started to carve little rotten raspberry slits in your skin
and the juice ran out in tiny rivulets on flayed open bone
because that’s true

you flayed me open with
the razor in your tongue and
the cold steel of your shoulder and
you broke my bones with the hammer in your eyes

so I guess I just feel like I deserve more than a
bullet to my chest

I don’t think I was the one who deserved to die