"...I need to know the nector was worth the squeeze."

[_precious_fear]

"Whimper"

I call upon the deadly disease of blasphemy...
Bring out the locusts,
sing me a song.
I can hear you...
Singing the same thing over and over again.
"...it's okay to hate yourself,
just lie still, don't cry for help."
Plagiarism on your behalf.
Speak in curses but maintain sanity.

..are
you
going
to
rape
my
mind
again
today?

I call upon the deadly disease of sin...
Pull on your boots and take heavy steps down
the hallway; make yourself noticed.

I call upon the deadly disease of filth...
The filth that lies deep inside of me.
In the pit of my stomach,
at the back of my throat,
on the tips of my fingers,
on the small of my back.
Are there consequences to look forward to?
Because I feel dangerous today.
I feel like I could match my fists with yours.

..you're
my
personal
butcher.

I call upon the deadly disease of life...
I'm in love with demoralization.
My bedroom floor has rotted from the bottom up,
and I'm burning your photos one by one.
I've nothing left to give you.
I'm your dying dove...

..I'm
your
dying
dove.

I call upon the deadly disease of 3 A.M...