Abriosis Indignant
Bound me down, tight, right. The stars don’t align its
your sickness. The synapses slumping like afterbirth.
Stringing along the sequestered light. Left in your wake
just macabre stench of pain Indignant. Cut me first,
bleed me first, lick me first, suck me first Choke me
first, gut me first, rot me first, eat me first. Touch me
first, drain me first. In line. Every time I see your
eyes, They’re looking down. Down, to see blood on the
ground Indulge in the blood on the ground, Bliss with the
blood on the ground. F..ck in the blood on the ground.
Down, good to see blood on the ground. Soak in the blood
on the ground, Dance with the blood on the ground. Revel
in blood on the ground. Down, nothing about me is pretty,
glistening bloody convulsing. Abandoned the new
beginning. Blood-let and hollowed of pity.
