Your breath on my neck turns into a tornado within seconds, blowing me away
Drying my lungs of oxygen and hydration
Of the ability to say ..anything that makes sense
But all I can sense is the change of your touch from desire and lust to hate and loathing
I may have always knew and even if I didn’t, there's no denying it now
with my shaking limbs and chattering teeth by my radiator turned up to 90 degrees
Im sorry, and it may be hard to believe so take deep breaths
I breathe it into your chest, I breathe in your toxins and I bleed out black ink to try to keep my sanity, resulting in me overthinking
No, I just bleed ink to bleed ink
There’s a possibility I might like pain
So once again I’m putting myself at fault for your hand
Because this is america, you're the man
I’d beg to differ because a man is a human and your sickly any species that’ll except you but not the synonym to what I should be
I’ve lost my sanity, but human nonetheless
I’m a being, just crazy...