Subject to liability you say

Well at least it was worth it to see your head sliced in half like a tomato

Roots sewn by your blood and then nurtured through your kisses

Crawling themselves effortlessly through my skin manifesting on my insides

They grow and then pull me apart from the intestines our while postmortem thoughts whirl around my head

How could I be so blind?

Evilness disguises itself so well

I'm better now anyway

Better left for dead