Sadly scheming
Under old lights
Breathing in scents
That cause us to fight
She cut off my head
And made it hers
And never wondered if
She was a lunatic
You used to be me
Sweetie
But now you’re not
You used to think of blood
When you thought of
What I got
You used to be me
Honey
With my face down
In the mud
My dirty black hair
Clogging up your drain
So that your tears
Don’t know shame
You used to be me
Quietly appreciating
The understated landing
When they push you off
The highest heights
And feed you broken candy
They left hands in the attic
They drank of my blood
Now they’re just addicts
Who foraged my home
Brought me debasement
Now they have nothing
But bodies in the basement
You used to be me
Sweetie
But now you’re not
You used to think of blood
When you thought of
What I got
You used to be me
Honey
With my face down
In the mud
My dirty black hair
Clogging up your drain
So that your tears
Don’t know shame
You used to be me
No don’t stop
I hate it when you stop
Keep cutting off my head
I love being dead
