170. Whore

Be still my bleeding heart
Another promise of stolen thoughts
Your will is to decimate
My will is to procreate
Within our own broken dreams
Your life is ripped at the seams
Mine own holds within
What was once ripped at the seams.

Daydream my fucked up heart
I'll begin again from the start.
A new name; a new frontier.
Fucking all that I hold dear.

Hold...
Why don't you hold yourself.

Hold...
Why don't you....

Why don't you...
Why don't you hold yourself?

For mutual comfort
C'mon best foot abound...
It's all fucked up my dear
Like me on Mescaline.
My life was so fucked up.
Day dream all life in a cup.
Watching all day porn
Woah girl, what've I become?

Spay....

C'mon and spay....

Why don't you?...

Come on and spay yourself?

For your the fuck
And not me.
Making life a misery
I tried to co-operate you see -
But you boned me
Like I did you without a sheathe!
So come on, come now, come dear -
Say what I wanna hear and why don't you...

Squeeze...
Why don't you squeeze yourself.

Squeeze...
Why don't you....

Why don't you...
Why don't you squeeze yourself?

You fucking Whore!