cluck

 
a razorblade for a tongue I take my time cutting
with lethal precision I slice
leaving jagged wounds to bleed from
rottenness seeps from the infection
cliques of a certain nature turns me off
 
releasing putrid facts or pure ficiton
uneasy addiction, talking shit
my thoughts calculate the odds
what does it matter?
 
keening in the darkness
you make my blood run cold
my teeth sharpen
but I spit from your taste
not fit for cosumption
I can feel the bile rise
as my demons wretch
 
your vile need, grows
interesting, not really
inglorius cunts of the same nature
corrupt sheep flocking together
chicken's tonuges a 'clucking
what the fuck?
 
I hate that