Have you ever done this before?
I don't know, have you?
I want to with you

Sweet sweet pain
Like a thundercloud but tears are rain

Full fists slapping, thudding banging
And wanting not to be weak with woe
Empty hands, she's on the floor
On the floor she SLAMS her empty hands

Like thunder it rings in her ears
Slapping thunder splashing in the puddles of her tears
Lungs heaving from the crashing dying dreaming
That was ripped from her heart while BEATING
And dropped all red and sloppy here
On this clean tile floor
Now there is a hole inside
Where the ghosts and demons hide
Whispering white wilting words of woe

Hungry ugly crunchy things
Horrible nasty perverted Things
In her head her mother whispers
Spreading like a whore
Weeping wilted pile heaving
Weeping wilted pile heaving
Weeping wilted pile heaving
Weeping wilted pile heaving

Weak with tears and dead from dreaming
She wanted to be wanted
And wanting nothing more
She wanted to be dead