With this knife I carved your flesh. Elbow deep in blood red mess.

Your lungs collapse and sinews burst. I’ve not yet hungered for this thirst.

The life you lose becomes one I gain. I’ve become addicted to this pain.

A haunting zeal, metamorphic change. Fully composed, I’m not deranged.

Your silence breeds where loss is found. Your quiet screams deep underground.

Sarcophagus all furnished now, For visitors from out of town.

You didn’t count, you weren’t of use. This retribution was your noose.

In somber thoughts, I reinvent. I’ll not forget your sweet, sweet scent.

The days remind, the nights confess. You’ll always be my favorite mess. The past alive. The present waits. My thoughts of you, they constipate. Forever present my disdain. Intertwined we can’t relate. My thoughts of you, they constipate.

All in vain and all in waste. I vandalized and killed in haste.

Your funny laugh will be no more. I stomped it hard into the floor.

You’ve been erased, you never were. You weren’t my she, you weren’t my her.

It’s pissed away and will not be. At least I have my sanity.

The days remind, the nights confess. You’ll always be my favorite mess. The past alive, The present waits. My thoughts of you, they constipate. Forever present my disdain. Intertwined we can’t relate. My thoughts of you, they constipate.

Knock knock? It’s you beyond the grave! You’re clawing back. You’re saving face!

Knock knock? It’s you, invading me! Degrading me. Persuading me!

Knock knock? It’s you, that voice prevails! You call to me. You call from hell!

Knock knock? It’s you, you don’t exist! So stay away you septic cyst!

The days remind, the nights confess. You’ll always be my favorite mess. The past alive. The present waits. My thoughts of you, they constipate. Forever present my disdain. Intertwined we can’t relate. My thoughts of you, they constipate.

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