I’ll get carried away and bleed on the dirt
Slit the pressure in my ribs, and you taunt “does it hurt?”
Another taste of the botulism manifesting rabid
Who knew that gangrenous paradise was so damn sordid?
Ready to take a shot at the cheapened aphorisms
As the rules are circumvented to your selfish nihilism
Trapping your sulphurous words like roadkill on the street
So run me over once again, let it be my special treat
And if you can’t take my guts cascading red on the tarmac
Suck it up and step on me for a final dose of ipecac
As it leaves your callous throat and leaves bruises in your stomach
Carried away by the violence, and this mess you won’t fucking take back.