slicing wrists on switch blade corners
a burnt out heart makes blood flow colder
i mixed my drinks with necter sweet
redemption paid in my own meat
with bile and salt for you to eat
don't mind the taste; i'm meloncholy
just squeeze to make the wine flow harder
don't slice yourself on bony corners
or chip my emrald eyes away
your fearsome teeth i slip between
your serpent tongue i frighten white
your stomach slows, your muscles bite
i squirt and squirm and squiggle through
i'm inside you!
i'm inside you!
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