subject vs. host (crimsin / anna)

I want to lick your cerebellum
the rasp of my rough cilla'd tongue
leaving its blood beaded scratch

get into all the nooks and crannies
then eat our mental thoughts spread on toast
and get high on them
even better

does that make me manic or a maniac?

the dsm will have to make space for us.
in this new category of slime and filth we will
writhe and reproduce
in the new hallway of hell we have our rooms
next each other
i know its you cos i can hear you screaming
i wont tell them your name no

i wont tell them his name
but he has me for life

I think I have two left brains glued together
in some sort of mad science experiment
cos I want to walk on mars with you
this was brought to you by the letter Q
or some such shit

you've brought me from the edge
with your sharpied in smile
I look at you and smile too

sometimes I don't want to feel
a blue pill and you're gone
*poof and I don't see you anymore

don'tleavemeiwill eat my tail
i will claw my skin red and retching
bile secretions

I want you to stay a little while
my imagination says I love you
Written by anna_grin (ANNAN)
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