if i told you the name of this poem you'd fucking cancel me on twitter

i want to see what your insides look like, if they're as rotten and filthy as mine- you know it all comes from the same place anyway, right? maggots and black mold, my teeth and your bones. i know it's illegal, baby, but don't worry about that. it was two years too late, a test of god against me. join me in the eternal fire and roast marshmallows upon a pitchfork. are we the devils we were warned about, tempted by each other? were we ever worthy? my archangel, saint michael, cry not- you're no longer god's favorite, i know, but you've always been mine. i'll pluck the feathers from your wings and tattoo you a switchblade, a knife so sharp it could sever your heart from mine and redeem the both of us sinners. but we're already south of the border- keep kissing me until the end of it all and give in to lust.