• Macabre and Despair


    And there she was with his foot on her throat striving with obscenely hateful and desperate obsession to spit the last few drops of her decaying blood into his mocking eyes

    Defiance to the blackness corroding at the edges of her vision feels just like home to the wretched girl

    The corners of his mouth twitch as a suggestively furious trace of the closest thing to a smile he’s ever cared for as her bones contort and eviscerate the ecstatic man

    Revenge is the most fun he ever had without a scalpel. His throat is punished with painfully disheveled laughter as he whispers

    I cant hear ya, my ears are hoarse said the whole wide world to the pretty little girl
    la lala lala lala la
    I cant see ya, my eyes cant breathe said the whole wide world to the pretty little girl
    la lala la lala la la
    I can taste ya, my teeth still scream, said the black starving world to the tasty little girl

    The girl with ruined wrists still sings
    her toungue wraps around her skull but the girl still sings
    the girl still sings so the sadistic man with the kohl lined eyes has no choice

    la lala lala la la

    And so it came to be that the miserable girl held her life in her hands like a starving infant gasping in it’s first and last moments of a jaded existence

    and you and I
    are but a thought
    said the suffering weary world to the silent little girl