Ants and Honey

Prance Prance Prancing around As if your suffering somehow makes you special You revel in your uselessness Dejection and despondency Tongue as a welcome mat Molestation Milk and blood from the nips Ouch that smarts Just flip me off and call me Mary He prays To not be Number Six Sloppy seconds Roof comes down to a crush Climax interrupted Splintered rib bones Vital organs punctured I always find you too late Already in any state of decay Or with parts of your body Missing or mutilated You always act as if everything is fine regardless As if an act of spite And I have to experience your death Over and over Again and again What is that We sit on the hill and feel the ants crawling over our backs They're on a set path regardless of sweaty motionless obstacles Sudden inexplicable sadness Caused by dripping Golden Honey Grotesque is what you are They'll always keep reminding you Nuzzling of beards and Tweezers removing tiny grey hairs You're allowing those things to keep growing on your body Because you're scared Complacent Apathetic And low-key just want to die Careful We've got another case of Liquid Plastic Squirting Out Of Every Orifice Break out the cliche of being too broken to save A smell of sulphur manifests A rush of wind up the stairs Why do you keep inviting him? Why? Why? Why?