It smells like
Chlorine
And the walls
Are green
And it’s supposed
To be clean
But I dust
To demean
The establishment.
You lust for
Life
As I go under
The knife
As I’m easily
Sliced
But I still try
To entice
You.
I come round
In a bed
With dark thoughts
In my
Head
And the words
That I said
And the truth
That I bled
To keep you.
There’s no more
To hide
As I clean my
Insides
With cheap
Pesticide
Whilst I smile
At the face
That I’m losing.
You walk out
The door
As I cling to
The floor
And my stomach
Is sore
As the heart
That went
With you.
Kill your darlings 