Mikannie one-shots

Old Habbits

Chocolate cake that won't stay down.
Fingers in my mouth.

Slashes all along my wrists
Bruises all along my ribs

The hunger for brains, flesh, and heart
Cover up, those dirty track marks

No remorse, confirm your kill
That's your mission, train your skill

Paranoia of the light
Rest under the blanket of night

Loathe your love
Love your loathing
Stow your fear
Fear you stowing

Pull the lever
Down the steps
Chip away
Til there's nothing left

Hold your tongue
Hold your shouts
Turn yourself
Inside out

Blood and guts
And chocolate cake
Let yourself
Be completely fake

Worthless
Nothing

Serve your purpose
Drown the pain
In all those corpses

Burn the bodies
Burn the books
Wash the dirt
From every nook

You don't deserve love
Don't stain your white with dirty blood

Pull the trigger
Just shoot
Wouldn't you rather
Have this than the noose?

Old habits die hard? Everything dies hard.

a/n: I know this chapter is a little weird but I'm working on chapters that explains wtf is going on. Love you guys!