work in progress

I hate the skin

I hate the bones

I hate the ways

This little fucking parasite we are

I’ll never understand

 

I have to be

As far away

As I can from you

Each time you go to speak

Or I’ll have blood on my hands

 

The more I meet of you

The more it is reaffirmed

The more I meet of you

The more I’m getting worse

 

Just two seconds in your company

And I can usually tell

If I’m going to like you

Or if you’ll make my life hell

 

But don’t take it personally

Or start to feel bad

I hate everyone the same

I don’t discriminate

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