Your Game

Put your knife in me
Walk away
Walk away
Worthless
I'm worthless

I feel nothing for you. I hold myself down
Keep to yourself. You shouldn't touch me
My skin peels off my bones. I'll give you a
Gift: take the skin from my stomach and
Stretch it across your face. Look in the
Mirror: I see myself through your eyes. My
Body's on the ground behind you. You use
It to amuse yourself. When you kick it
Around the room, you feel the impact of
Your boot in your stomach. Cry for me
Blame me for the fact you no longer
Recognize yourself. Lying here, I want the
Air in this room to consume me, to pull my
Body in behind itself while you stare down
At me uncertain if you've lost yourself in
Me

You're running your hands along the
Leather surface of your skin. The sound
This makes changes pitch according to the
Area of your body you touch. Your thighs
And your groin generate a low hum - the
Sound of my corpse releasing dead air
When you kick me. Your face generates a
Continuous high pitched squeal - the
Sound I make when you burn me. I take
You over. You forget yourself in my body
When you chew a piece of skin from your
Finger, you remember my body in your
Mouth, my bones cracking between your
Teeth. I love you. When you lick your hand
Your sweat tastes like my blood. Conceal
Yourself. Close yourself off. Pull back into
Mi skin. I'm inside you. The place on the
Flood where my body decayed left a stain
On your memory. That's the signature of
My love for you. You can't forget me
Without losing yourself. I'll never die