Ripped clothes lay here on the floor
Your by my side
I can’t even remember your name
Mine is called shame or so I’m told
Make up running down my eyes
You down my thighs
I push and I shove
Watch you race down my throat
Losing my patience waiting for relief
I don’t have food but my addiction is full
No saving you
Livid all of the time
I want to cradle you forever more
Living on the bottom of my mind
Living in your blood stream I’m your hell
Eating your brains out
No more questions just lies
I beg and crawl through the base of my head
I need to be carried away to a place where I can be safe
When the bugs quit attacking my skin
And the voices will agree what to do with me
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 10:33 PM UTC
Ripped clothes lay here on the floor
Your by my side
I can’t even remember your name
Mine is called shame or so I’m told
Make up running down my eyes
You down my thighs
I push and I shove
Watch you race down my throat
Losing my patience waiting for relief
I don’t have food but my addiction is full
No saving you
Livid all of the time
I want to cradle you forever more
Living on the bottom of my mind
Living in your blood stream I’m your hell
Eating your brains out
No more questions just lies
I beg and crawl through the base of my head
I need to be carried away to a place where I can be safe
When the bugs quit attacking my skin
And the voices will agree what to do with me
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