She’s got a broken arm, I’ve got a broken heart. 

Boy, she’s so coy.

She made a little fire with a fork & electrical wire.

Damn, she’s so coy. 

Blowtorch nightlight, switchblade knife fights

Fuck, she’s so coy.

Thunder in the distance. Gunshots or missiles? 

My smile is artificial. The lock clicks, my eyes fix.

The writing on the wall, a psalm in napalm

“Abandon all hope but try to stay calm”

Bleach to clean the curses

“I exist. I’m not the first. Tell my mother I love her. I didn’t suffer”.

No regrets, no apologies. A self-fulfilling prophecy.

The Apex Predator.

All I could smell was her hair ….burning.

Nobody move, nobody gets hurt, but where’s the fun in that?

I gotta satisfy the thirst