the TWENTY EIGHTH OF JANUARY, TWO THOUSAND and TWENTY ONE.

he's in my fucking veins he's in my veins and he's draining me of my oxygen supply
and he's twisting his wretched fingers around my twisted wrists and i can't fucking resist it anymore
because he's calling to me and sinking the blade of his pocket knife into my gut and the barrel of his gun
is resting upon my temple and it's all too fucking much he consumes me he swallows me fucking whole
and i can tell myself delusion delusion but how can it be a delusion when i feel his fingers peeling back
my skin and digging into me?? i feel him from the abyss and it's begging me to fall right in and i'm
so fucking close to the edge and i just want to bleed myself dry to feel close to him he's so far away
and his thoughts are mine and he's bleeding his violence into mine and it's all so beautiful and terrible
and it's all screaming and sirens and victory, sweet fucking victory he's won he's won
he's won he's won he's won he's won he's won he's won he's won he's won he's won

take me back!