Look at what you made me do

Your pathetic

Apoplectic

Covered up with

Dirt and blood

Fucking get it

Jesus said it

My torture’s forced under

The porch

A cystic-maggot-blister, I rot

Under the porch she’ll stay

A well dressed corpse

In a pissed-on grave

Under the porch I’ll lay

A depraved man

And his his faithless dame