dungeon

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don't trap me in your symphony
i'm not the muse for you to bleed
i'll make you ache and suffer
you will never be just like her

i'm made to feel around you
vulnerable and sick to my stomach
drenched in sweat, i wake
i have you to thank for that

try to whisk away from
your eternal daydreams
of happily ever after
with marriage and pure laughter

my body holds my heart
like a cage in frozen parts
never will your hands so warm
melt it and turn me into your art

i am the voices in my head
you'll never get inside me
i'm much more fucked up
than i make myself out to be

everyday, i see you constantly
wanting every part of me
but all i desire is to rip your throat out
so you can no longer say those lovely words now

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