Apr 11, 2021
Welcome back, no one missed you
Or the audacity you throw into the world
Like a sack of popped balloons
Filled with blood, that’s just what you do
So you’ve come back in numbers, I see,
So many I can spot you before you
Even sneak to my skin, do better.
High alert, that’s me, thanks to you
And your disgusting crew, am I a menu?
Just the thought of you makes my mind
Squirm, sizzle, drip, I feel your slow
Ventriloquist crawls on every inch of
Exposed, supple skin, and I find you
In all the wrong places, trying to get in.