stare into the sun 

let the disease infect your eyes 

feel the rapture of her cold kiss 

her cold lips filled with worm juice 

pressed against your beating heart 

cold hands run trembling still over smooth skin 

aching from the years of abuse and neglect 

a child abused and broken down 

so the virus can plague her 

discordant screams 

memories of the days gone by 

discordant screams 

memories of the years gone by 

teeth in a bag 

tears in a cup 

she slits her wrists 

to forget 

the torment of a twisted life 

teeth in a bag 

tears in a cup 

she slits her wrists 

to forget 

the torment of a twisted life 

teeth in a bag 

tears in a cup 

she slits her wrists 

to forget 

the torment of a twisted life