oh, when the liquor and lust dances
and so quietly rattles your bones
how dreadful the look that becomes you,
what horror streams from your fat, split lips,
and those eyes,
like a looking glass
i am snarling
foaming
fucking spitting
desperate to claw at your chest and
terribly sad face
and thirst for blood
as it stains your cheeks.
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