She's sickness

I'll tell you a tale
about a women who put me on my knees
a sickness that comes with no vaccine
pissed blood shot eyes scorching her flesh
I'm charmed by her idiosyncrasy  
paying no heed to the voices inside of me
irrespective of this mess I refused to convalesce
picking the skin on the corner of her nails
I forced her hand to no prevail  
so I taped up my wounds  
so I don't contaminate the world with her disease
my mind evacuating my cranium  
curled up in a ball in the corner of the room sucking on my thumb
 
I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done
piss, shit, vomit, unadulterated hell
and her fucking pin stripped skirt what floats like a sickle cell
and her ambiguous fun... and she's making me squirm, and her ambiguous fun  
with other men, they flock like chickens in a pen,
so I shrunk into a hole with a vulgar apathy
 
the magic what makes us
is the magic what breaks us
the magic what makes us
is the magic what breaks us