The needles pierce his eyes
Squid Ink black piss drips down a greedy smile
Fiending for one more second of desecration
The toy box is steeped in our love
Like a pig's trough
Mothers milk has soured
And it will curdle down your f*cking throat
I am the knot in your noose. I am the spite in your suicide note.
They'll never stop watching. They traded wings from angels for a hit of smack laced with death.
We are the light.