I’m ripping my brain out

Piece by piece

Cutting it into little squares

I’ll serve you our memories

On a silver fucking tray

I’ll feed them to you,

With hands that don’t feel like mine anymore

And you can taste my brokeness

You can swallow my emptiness

Chew on all our hopes and dreams-


you were worse than a fucking cannibal.



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