Subject to liability you say,
Well at least it was worth it to see your head
Sliced in half like a tomato.
Roots sewn by your blood and then nurtured through your kisses.
Crawling themselves effortlessly through my skin
Manifesting on my insides,
They grow and then pull me apart from the
Intestines our while postmortem thoughts whirl around my head.
How could I be so blind?
Evilness disguises itself so well.
I'm better now anyway.
Better left for dead
