Her emotions run dry
She's out of tears to cry
The sky looks grey
As if it's got something to say

She longs for his love
Consumed by desire and lust
Even when ashes turn to dust
He's the only thing she thinks of

Pick, pick, scratch and pluck.
Gnaw,gnash, gasp and ****.
Writhe, wring, scream and kick.
Tired, wired, I make me sick.

Fight, flight, sink or swim
He, she, her or him
For what and why, for them
I dye, I lie and sim

Pill, pill, gulp and smile
Puff, puff, snort and pile
Laugh, cry, **** and bile
Living dead is vile