Feed Your Disease

Line by line.
Single file.
Holy valentine.
Blistered smile.
Your stench pollutes my lungs and soul.
Selfish addiction, no control.
Indivisible, divided, you rot.
Suicidal ideation, fear not…
One by one.
Foam at the mouth.
All for fun.
Tongues hanging south.
Euphoric religious ecstasy.
Deadly laboratory doused in empathy.
Indivisible, divided, you rot.
Suicidal ideation, fear not…
So, what do you need? Please, take it from me.
Whatever you need, I’ll feed your disease.
Chemical imbalance.
Searching for a fix.
Salivating and begging.
Looks like you’ve found your niche.
Hands and knees are covered…
in your family’s spit.
Let the thought that they can live without you drive your crusade.
From the first tear you shed…
to the curtain call for the dishonored dead.
May sin guide you to your final deeds.
What is your disease? Your greed feeds your need.
What do you believe? Join the deceased.