starting to feel the burn, are you still hanging around?
you use indescribable words but i'm still hanging around
you use me for some sick pleasure. i don't mind
misuse me, abuse me
and lose like a rusty set of keys
in some dirty cushion crevice
i've been long forgotten
catologued to fade away
unnoticed in the clutter
i love you, please stay and hang around
i don't want to hesitate anymore
is this my only chance to feel
some sort of stimulated dissection?
when you look at me i know what you're thinking
your eyes burn through these walls that i hide behind
please just kill me, please just fuck off.