Pencil Lead Syringe

Everything that comes out of your mouth is amazing

See your pale face passing over, over again

My grip on your ankles gets weak as you puncture

The walls around us

I'm sorry you're dead

Bite the curb

Snap

You should have loved me

Oops, it's too late and now your mouth is big enough to suck mine and his necks

I never met a tent spike I wouldn't like to put in your stomach

I'm smiling at you now and does it make anything

Different?

You are so beautiful now, peaceful and calm.

When your back snaps think of me

I'm sorry you're dead.