shrew

revisiting my precious tone
Tomb and torture room
I'm routinely incorrect
Still paralyzed in my head
Stuck suffocating and sickened to death
By my own hand
I'm ready to exit
This ship body self
Yet can't quite commit
Another area I fail
Completion if inaccurate
Puppet I plague You (me/we).

Reborn I try
Again
I reach for help
And I try cry whine
Want a path out
Though I say nothing I
Need you more than I let on
Thanks
For nothing you cunt cold crass
Shrew
I feel nothing
For you
This paradox of love and hate,
It's so much easier to masterbate
Than manage myself in this
Relation.ship with you