Love Is A Self-Perpetuating Void
Turboslut
Slow death Junk food Numb flesh Dumb flesh Compulsive sex Your sweat is trash i ingest Get it out of me and get out Comfort becomes sickness Sickness becomes status quo I know Empty as a prayer and as self-serving Utterly blank and undeserving Oh how it becomes you at last What a trash Don't look at my hands Don't look back Ultimately i hold my breath