I am not sure how to say this,
But I am a terrible terror whore.
I suck flesh dry and make them cry,
Fuck who knew I'd shit some more.
Six feet sheet covered with shit,
I offer you a drink or three.
My love I yap, black tea is crap,
I just came down from a tree.
It's a fungus in me that you can't see,
It's taken over my dead brain.
In this world I a menace unfurled,
Soon for you it's just pain.
It might be the end around the bend,
I send my regards and hyphae.
I'm glad you're feeling better,
I'll be growing inside you and happy.
I wake up and it's another one,
My lover the toothache is back.
Nightmares are what makes me tick,
Otherwise a bland outback.
I dread the bengali puja every year,
The flashbacks are unbearable.
I sleep more just like before,
I start feeling fucking terrible.
I see dead people on the street,
Next to the pandals they stand.
The black fungus in me is back,
You won't understand.
