| I am in the bathroom
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| Cowering, quivering, shaking
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| Within my stomach begins an eruption
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| I am surviving
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| The bluish liquid spills forth from my mouth the toxic cleanser
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| Tastes so fine perhaps I’ll have to make another
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| Windshield, washer, cocktail
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| Retracing the events which lead me here
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| To this psych ward I’m not convinced
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| But everyone is so confident
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| That I’m right where I belong
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| That bitch, that cunt, that whore
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| Did she think I’m idiot (yes, she did)
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| That I wouldn’t find out
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| A replacement, a clone of perfection
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| Had snuck in and took shape
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| A snake. |
| a fiend once friendly
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| How could that be faked?
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| My own flesh and blood repelled me
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| Altered and strangled
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| Cast me out
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| That’s when I picked up the knife
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| I shushed her quiet then stabbed her quickly 19 times
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| I kept my five-year-old son
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| My precious for last
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| The blade was slippery his sister’s blood was everywhere
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| I made quite the mess you see
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| That’s when it hit me
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| The realization of what I’ve done
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| Searching frantically I couldn’t locate the apparatus
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| To plant it straight into my heart, I began to panic
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| Then shaking, sobbing, I discovered my liquid hold
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| Rest eternal alongside my own
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| The father, daughter and the son
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| Never apart eternity all together
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| With none to oppose
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| I wish I were fucking dead
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| I should be fucking dead
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| I’m the monster
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| I’m the beast
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| I’m the one who killed his own
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| But yet somehow I am still free |