Smoke him out of the pulsating mess of blood and guts lying on the floor fucking around like the village bicycle without caring who it is or who it was before always meeting once scarring forever then leaving aside ready for the next victim brought in by his sharp eyes cutting us apart once trapped inside a stone gaze eyes of sadness always enchanting me with his charm pull me in and throw me around spit on me leave me here stop and pull away from the insanity for a little while we try but never succeed never could never leave this monster alone for we're hooked up on IV drip feeding us our lives stuck on this bed all day all night fucked over our heads with illness unconcievable to those who don't know and wont find out unless pulled in with these ropes that burn my fingers every day pulling pulling stuck in here interior deterioration always falling into the ground but waking up in the same position as before