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
Iíve got a hole in my thumb
I am tonightís current sun
Seeping blood on my soul
And I am tomorrowís foal
Iíve stalled long enough, I cannot wait
Iíll forego the use of typical bait
Maybe Iíll change, itís time to adapt
I want more excitement from my trap
This time I wonít write myself in
No hints to help against my ragged grin
I donít want to provide insight
Iím selfish, fuck your human blight
I will feast tonight
Iíll eat to consume fright
Youíve forgotten how to accept truth
Iíll 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 (Will Helgren-Ochal)
Published | Edited 26th Nov 2022
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