Just stop spoiling me with sweet nothings
that stem from careless daydreams
while the monster inside you is sound asleep.

One wrong jolt of emotion in your body
always wakes him up and he is always hungry.

Look, he's awake now, I told you to stop.

He's alive in your veins and now every word
you speak to me feels like just another
kick to my gut and hands tight around my neck,
another punch to my face.

Belly filled with my own blood where there should only be love, all I ever do is beg you to stop.

There is no more room for you in this home I made out of my bones you tried to break.