Loathe Me

so absurd
leviathan
birds of prey,
they're afraid to weep
unparalleled deity,
fuzzy
vicious
vile
her trumpet hole is dirty
i'm like a hangman on trial
sing it to me
sing it to me
i'm yearning
half wasted
still wanting to come and rest in your hands again
with your sturdy eyes and their suicide slits
the nectar of your mouth
i'm like a burning dusk, It's scared,
it's holier than thou
i feed on you
i f f f feed on you
still wanting to come and rest in your hands again
(so won't you)
bring it on
bring it on to me
bring it on
on to me
baby
loathe me
the bishop's still fevered and stiff and trembling
from the savage teeth of love
when I heard a soft paean rising
in a sore wretched reverence from the dismal pathway of my soul
come and rest in your hands again
bring it on
bring it on to me
bring it on
on to me
baby
loathe me

the horror and beauty mirrored from
your divine misty eyes
caught in your lecherous
bottomless pit
it held my breath
never let go of it
i'm drowning
drowning in the sea of your ghost
still I'll rest in your hands again
bring it on
bring it on to me
bring it on
on to me
baby
loathe me



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Writer(s): Grandi Oso
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