My body's cold
Yet I wear warm clothes...
There's blood under my fingernails
and blood on the floor...
I've tasted blood
I've tasted rum...
My mind keeps my heart beating
and yet it tells my hands...
Words are rather vexing to me
sometimes they flow nicely...
There is a girl
who lives in my head...
They think of me as mental
but I think that they are wrong...
It eats you alive
Crawling up your throat...
I wait at the window,
for daddy to come home...