i'm jealous of him...
looming in your every unclean thought
through day and night and
night and day while remaining more to you
than my fragile heart
he leads you through starving maggots
and in all your darkness,
bares your tainted essence
in all your more beautiful verses
[while holding that gleaming scythe before
your oblivious sight]
oh, i'm jealous of him... of course!
why does he get to haunt you when i'm the one
who was always selflessly willing to meet him
personally
for you?
it makes me wonder if the fact
that i could sacrifice my soul mean
anything more to you than ever dancing
eternity in his bitter grasp?
i'm jealous of him...
jealous. of. him.
dumb bitch.
looming in your every unclean thought
through day and night and
night and day while remaining more to you
than my fragile heart
he leads you through starving maggots
and in all your darkness,
bares your tainted essence
in all your more beautiful verses
[while holding that gleaming scythe before
your oblivious sight]
oh, i'm jealous of him... of course!
why does he get to haunt you when i'm the one
who was always selflessly willing to meet him
personally
for you?
it makes me wonder if the fact
that i could sacrifice my soul mean
anything more to you than ever dancing
eternity in his bitter grasp?
i'm jealous of him...
jealous. of. him.
dumb bitch.
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