arsenic flowers Anna

 
unusual lady spit on my hurt spaces
then slap them
make it sting

tell me to shut the hell up
I only like raw meat
the pain's been in the pan too long
we're all burned out bitch

crawling...my innards boil with self-hatred
I need you to hate me harder but only you
anyone else I would come at with a hatchet

once a venomous viper
I'm spitting weak shit
lend me some poison
I need to kill the pain

feed it a daily dose of arsenic
till it dies with all the other rats
I keep telling on myself

sarcasm your native tongue
lethal and deadly accurate
murder me with truth

I want to vomit
I've become what I hate