"High For This"
Hold tight for
what you’re feeling
I swear right here
I’m right here
Trust me girl
i killed a man…
i’m not proud of it,
but that doesn’t mean i didn’t enjoy it.
Seeing the velvet ribbons he swallowed
seeping into the ground of the prison cell.
Reminded me of spilt milk
he was a stain here and after.
Still see what’s left of him in my uniform
We wear our mistakes here,
i only see it fitting to wear your accomplishments.
the most disgusting thing about a stain is the removal
the rinse and scrub of it all
he smiled as i tore into him
eyes howled like hungry dogs for me to split him deeper
I don’t know who enjoyed the rape more
this sick fuck or my blade kissing the sweet spot in his kidney
he was a brave man
i can say the least
he never looked away not once
each plunge could have shattered his spine like glass
but he remained
along with that childlike smile
but he was no child
he was 174 lbs of wine stain on persian carpet
he was a sick man
i a conscious lover
this was at it’s best mercy.
Call it euthanasia
I wonder sometimes…