My mouth Is spoken But hollow
And torn Demonic
With evil Things And thoughts
And peeled Inside, the Tongue and Tissue,
Flaked away Like skin dying In the sun.
Sin is sometimes The only thing I eat,
Less calories, slim waist,
And I take That quick image With my eyes
Like it's the only Picture worth Seeing.
Grant me Freedom,
A fiery heart.
Because no Good deed goes Unpunished.
Let me know The punishment,
Like I know The hard parts Of the dark.