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Paint a pretty picture on the wall in
Spit and blood from in between your teeth and
Hold a burning match against the rug so
All the dancing flames can feel the heat of
What I feel with fingers running through the
Juicy parts of what’s inside your skull and
Empty spaces in between your thoughts so
Dull and edged with static stained with pus and
See what snuggles up against your bones so
Deep beneath the skin of both your arms and
You can write me letters sealed with crushed up
Eyes and we can talk of what may lie in hell.