Truth, truth, observation, exsanguination

Loving to be "it was a pleasure to have served you today" subservient.
 
lunch- I'M IN THE BOX;
DO TASTE !
 
teeth-TAKE YOU NOT ME;
EMBRACE !
 
you.. everyday
in the corner of my mind.
 
my nicotine,
famine queen,
act real cool; black leather mean.
 
you split in two,
domino.
spit in two of my faces,
separated from host being;
residual residue.
 
it shifts to her;
you melt into hot liquid machine gun fire.
 
she glances at me down the hall,
pentagram daggar blood does just fine.
 
they all wait for me to talk
while I am tangled in your 1940's noose
but I stay quiet awhile (I mean all my life).
 
tisk tisk the trouble that we're in,
flip me upside down
I'm a top
and in a spin.
 
blonde/brunette hair is you.
these walls "Night of the living dead" in,
they're paper thin;
the morning creeps up through the dark rusted air vents.
 
return of the (hum)...
 
workday again,
all the pretty smiling faces aren't you.
 
you are my underwater eyes after an abandoned green lake water dive.
 
another call comes in, "thank you...".