Carrion
 
I brought my tools to
    take you apart
I’ll eat you piece by piece to
    save you this disease
I’ll make sure not to leave
    any trace of you behind
The sickness will find
    nothing of you left, not
        even the scent of your hair
            or the stains on your bed
It will be like you never
    existed, like I never followed
        you into my thoughts
            and got lost inside my head
 
I brought my favorite toys,
    the ones I like the best
The toys that make you feel
    what I feel, the ones that
        rip you from my chest kicking
            and screaming, hurt and spinning,
                torn wide open, palpitating and
                    bleeding, a carcass, living, breathing
Flesh flayed and viscera, there is no soul
    just food for the carrion crow
 

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