The Kill

You can't see But I divided my skin Cut it wide-open Using razors Obsessively Searching Internally A frantic quest Find that virus Infecting life With lights reflection Caustic soul-sick Hijacks life Bourn to mimick The biopsychosocial gimmick Feel free to get emotional Invested in another Recycled lifetime Experience A craving sensation For weapons-grade material I regularly manufacture Pharmaceutical consequences Born alive Made to live human You confuse me With someone scared of you Allowing sick twisted satisfactions To fertilize my meat cleaver Opening up this abyss womb To look deep inside View all posts by I Am Kill Kill