viktor

where i cleanse my hands and spear and split you down in your symmetry, i slip into the vastness of your vacuum and let it devour me whole

my fake plastic love

my hunger burns a bullet hole a spectre of my mortal soul

you can do what you want to there's no one to stop you

standing in the yard dressed like a kid the house is white and the lawn is dead

i am almost completely soulless i am incapable of being human

all my blood for the sweetness of his laughter

clog all your veins and the drains

i wont let this build up inside of me

i know every time i look in his eyes, he sees me too