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