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Killing Booth

My eye starts to twitch and my throat is dry
I need new beauty in a portfolio of mine
I want to suck, I want to drain
My tongue slithers for new red rain
I’ve got a hole in my thumb
I am tonight’s current sun
Seeping blood on my soul
And I am tomorrow’s foal
 
I’ve stalled long enough, I cannot wait
I’ll forego the use of typical bait
Maybe I’ll change, it’s time to adapt
I want more excitement from my trap
This time I won’t write myself in
No hints to help against my ragged grin
I don’t want to provide insight
I’m selfish, fuck your human blight
 
I will feast tonight
I’ll eat to consume fright
You’ve forgotten how to accept truth
I’ll steal your life, Killing Booth
 
I hate your lies; eat glass eyes
I hate your fleas; absent grease
I hate your mind; pay in-kind
I hate your hope; it helps me cope
Written by Vampyre497
Published | Edited 26th Nov 2022
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