youre a stepping stone away from reaching me and falling back (fuck you and your therapist)

Desperately under my skin

im what you need under all that greed 

trick yourself that anyone would go near you 

Without knowing whats a lie and whats true (no mask no gloves no PPE )

youre the corpse that only i can examine 

cold dead still lying 

your mouth has wrinkles with the memory of every sob story

every fly knows youre too rotten to be worth it 

the maggots in your guts tell me where you keep secrets 

right under the place you hide yourself

that self absorbed disgust 

too full of yourself(-hatred) 

im the only mortician that can fix you 

youre the only corpse that fascinates me 

you lived life like mine revolved around yours

that the sun moon and earth aligned for this

you only manipulated the blinds to make it seem that way

you dont get to call me any name 

now dead under my light and knife 

wont you tell me you want me back 

tell me how you want this

my unforgiving hands, short lived bliss

the white cloth youre under cant hide you for long

the cold touch of your freezing hands is a familiar song

we never fit quite right, this was destined to go wrong   

i miss you in the same way i miss the old road on my street

too rough to be kept, too open to forget 

i step on the stones, hated the dirt under my shoes 

youre always saying i should bare it

the filth of it all

i never really missed walking that path

only missed my youth

youre a stepping stone away from reaching me and falling back 

now its covered with cement

dried blood and dust

shoot me by the pavement  

leave me to rot