Your face is coming all apart
ice cream melting where your heart
would normally lie; but never was
so substituting sex because
you could.

Your mind is melting where it stood
inside your head you thought you could
protect it, but lost your control
since, you already have no soul,
no good.

On old recording, needle lies
Scratched and stuck, the same damn cries
sung major key with lots of yell
the stories are best not to tell;
Yet you should.

How many secrets buried there
once I dug up, I didn't care
You overlooked fragile despair
so to imagine false affair
and forgive that which is
but a hair
in your ass.


I must break rhyme
the speak such slime.

All this time I have been
Shopping for vermin
set my traps
kept you fed
I save good moods for
those who need
away from greed
on which to feed
Go pick on someone your own size
I grow stronger with
every
harsh
word.