putrid raping woman, this will never be about you.

And that's okay  it really never turned out fine,

And life slips into gloom once again.

With numbers I mustn’t ring because they wouldn’t want me talking anyway.

Boy, life is lonely and dead.

But rose to grey sky is something of a mystery to me,

Veered away from torment of my own is great likeliness that I’ll jump away.

No, success and numbers must be my only call.

The woman I want slips from my lips over wine and that is just about as vulnerable as I will be in material.

I was once vulnerable with a gun and that turned out to be a mess.

Because vine whipped am I.

Beyond ferment and age I'd love to see you dead and parceled from head to toe.

But I ring the phone beyond my mind in hating to see you go,

Cut up like food, you make me want to see you as.

Death and dreary for never giving me a second chance.

A third chance

Or fourth one.

Maybe it’s me, behind a pentagram that your mother hated.

Regardless, I am the bad one.

Devilish, scoundrel.

Sweet woman that fucked me.

Sweet woman that made me believe in heterosexual things,

Don’t go,

Dance with me in ballrooms and beyond my grave,

Where I will likely sit tonight because I’ve got nothing. And all I want is to die.

Understand that I must be sensitive and untrustworthy. For I am only human.

And maybe the lack of you,

Twisted behind the want for me,

Is all tried and true.

So a grave I will sit, and sit, and sit until my death is beyond you.

Because as of now. I want you to hear of my death. I want you to cry and try to kill your self or strangle yourself. I’d love to see you filled with hatred of your loss, hatred of yourself, as I hate you from so down below.

I want you to open a wound and die, as a fate I’ve already met, and meet me dancing in hell where we both belong.

So I may watch you,

Ball-gown tainted red.

An Open wound, blatant enough for everyone to see.

Fall beckoning below your wrath and gluttony,

As I’ve watched you grow fat and sluggish.

Down to me,

As I will make you starve.

Starve and watch me, as in Hell, I'll be the only one you’ll ever know. 

And dance with me for eternity.

And I’ll watch the skin peel from your face,

Like the christening of supper,

As mine has been gone and only is the skull.

We’ll finally be one,

And you’ll stop pretending that I never mattered anyway.