Sugar, Spice, and Human Sacrifice

down the hall with the broken fluorescents
the deaths tench is fantastic
in the cold room with the floral wallcoverings
that's where you'll pierce my leather skin
I bleed. is that what you were looking for?
it's thick, it's black, it's tar.
is that what you wanted to see?

do i make you nervous?
am i an anxiety attack in a skirt?
I am paxil and anti-depressants and sedatives and alcohol and cherry chapstick
a fucking mess.
your own personal sweatfest

call me a cunt, as long as you're calling me
I am a masochist, I dig it.
should i have married you, or buried you?
same shit, isn't it?