I'm painting chain links to match her eyes

And the pigment of her skin
is that of the floor

You've never been in a house as
haunted as mine

You've never dined with the dead

And you've never awakened to find your
father unconscious
bleeding like a stuck pig on the floor

While your mother lay sound asleep
with a smile on her face beside you

I'm going to stop painting these chains
and get up off this floor

I've got memories to burn
So I'll light my head on fire

Green sludge from the attic runs down
into the pipe she now wraps her lips around

So blow the roof off this fucker
and then impale your cunt on the pipe

When the house cums and you're all filled up
All the poison will be gone

And we can live like a family again

08/22/2007

Posted on 08/22/2007
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