The Luxury of a House In The Woods

by CJ INsanity



Ripping up, Everyday Hands are tied, Mouths taped Shattered knees, bruised face Open lines, black eyes Red lines, blue eyes torturing your mind.

Chains that lead to the wall Wrapped around your neck and all broke the bat and broke your jaw Sleeping in the cellar You can't get much higher


Cut your tongue you ate it raw Rolled it up into a ball,  

Had to swallow it all,

I will feed you Bits of yourself


I won't end this till you've eaten Every piece of meat that's left

on your body.

Ironing every wound that I have made.

Blood drips on the walls,

You cannot scream at all, 

This is a great fall Now in the winter You'll be bitter.


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