he says i never tried
but the angels know that i tried
because i asked them to escort me
through the reptilian forest
that he hides in his basement
the moon knows i tried
because i had to use her as a flashlight
he blocked the sun out
with his head — dirty head
he always tries to bite me
always tries to use my bones
to floss his mustard ivories
and he liked to pretend that
my blood is a glass of red wine
and my cerebra is crude steak
he's still filled with dense acid
because he never got to kill me
he never got to swallow my last breath
and he'll never be able to hear me scream
he'll never get to watch my body shake
again and again until i become paralyzed
he never got to command me to die
(die die die!) (die die die!)
anytime he got close to killing me,
i just pushed aside my gravestone
and walked on water like jesus did
until he held up his science book
and told me that i am fiction
then he would go home and die
once he died nine times
he lost all of his lives
he can play all the roles
and he has this idea
that he's the forgotten dicaprio
although, he can only be a wolf —
not a sheep thrown into a well in the ocean
i will not bow down to a man
who cannot even wipe the milk
that he spilled on the marble kitchen counter
i will not bow down to a wolf
that serves his wife poison ivy for dinner
and when she falls, he says he thought it was mint
i cannot wipe away his tears with my lungs
drown my own lungs in mountain water
just so he can siphon out the flood
when he gets thirsty in pre calc
i will not let him record a demon's tale
especially when he tries to tell the world
that he bought me a galaxy a tulip a constellation
