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I think I'll leave the lights off for today.
Just close my eyes and go back to sleep.
It's just not worth it today.
You should know not to ignore me
You never turn your back on a monster.
I'll slither under the covers and eat at my own mouth, biting holes in the soft tissue of my cheeks
But you won't notice until I'm grinning from all the pain going to my head, riding on endorphins and dopamine
And all you can see are my gored teeth from the inside out.
I'm surviving on self induced homicide
With your trigger finger to my skull
You've got the bullets stamped to your words, spewing them one by one
Cutting me with them
Gutting me till my insides seep into your shoes.
Don't lie to me, love.
Don't tell me you're mine if you're married to the bed
Your skin grafting to the springs
The ugly print becoming the color of your eyes
Nothing getting through to you because you've stopped hearing my heartbeat.
And suddenly
my
heart
stops
beating
Just close my eyes and go back to sleep.
It's just not worth it today.
You should know not to ignore me
You never turn your back on a monster.
I'll slither under the covers and eat at my own mouth, biting holes in the soft tissue of my cheeks
But you won't notice until I'm grinning from all the pain going to my head, riding on endorphins and dopamine
And all you can see are my gored teeth from the inside out.
I'm surviving on self induced homicide
With your trigger finger to my skull
You've got the bullets stamped to your words, spewing them one by one
Cutting me with them
Gutting me till my insides seep into your shoes.
Don't lie to me, love.
Don't tell me you're mine if you're married to the bed
Your skin grafting to the springs
The ugly print becoming the color of your eyes
Nothing getting through to you because you've stopped hearing my heartbeat.
And suddenly
my
heart
stops
beating
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