I hate your guts, I hate your veins
I’m best friends with the skeletons in your closet
I share secrets with the webs inside your ribcage
I’ll hold your hand
and we’ll tell ghost stories in the moonlight
and when I tell you I’m no longer alive
you’ll tell stories about me
Silk sheets and muffled screams
the downward spiral of my mind over your casket
Six feet deep and you expect me to taste it
Are you making me breakfast? Are you going to waste it?

I hate your skin, I hate your teeth
I broke the glass to be cut deep
and when I cling to your hairline, I want to be set free
A chokehold or a promise ring?
I never promised you anything
And when kingdom comes, when I turn green
The skeletons will ask
how you killed me