VAM
Pestilence in the folds of your heart Rotting flesh in not so private parts Keep letting them tear you apart Crawling in your skin with your own self disgust Covered in hungry men like locust Infested with betrayal of your own self respect So what do you expect Cause I don't see anything but an insect Waiting to be swatted lying for someone to dissect With no treasure inside to speak of Nothing but bug guts and dark blood No need to be apologetic The universe can't apologize for something so pathetic