thank you for this hell.

this is for everything you've put in me and ripped away.
this is for the things you wont admit.
your filthy fucking lips.
filth spoken from filth.

the scratching under your bed is the sound of hell drawing near.
as you sleep, i wont watch over you anymore.
when you hear whispers in your ear,
it wont be me saying sweet dreams.

someone prayed for your head to be devoured
and your limbs to be torn off.