The-Weirdos

Settling for your “love” is like eating raw meat; Seemingly better than nothing (It’s not! Please don’t!) Consecutive abasement making memories rusty Perpetual selfishness eating all of my wallets The occasional slap, the weekly headache You’re such a fucking bitch You’ve turned this house into Pier Paolo Pasolini’s Salò mansion, but with the Circle of Blood being rare; But if you were my size, you would make it the most common You keep violence in your dreams because you know outsiders Will reach in, strip you of your halo, then smash your face with it Always speaking of finding another man with ease, scaring the Lonely teenager in me– I’m brought to that damn bittersweetness Of your crystal mouth, the hymns of forgotten men wrapped Tightly around your dry tongue So many reasons to leave you in Purgatory, but you’ve killed Ancient connections so that I remain in this icy warehouse However, they’re much more human than you, so you’re fucked