Poisoned by my very hands, you’re sitting next to me
Your morale’s pretty low, as you’re convulsing in agony
Ready to submit in the embrace of nonexistence
You always were a miserable company
You sickened me with your kindness
I loathed you for being my benefactor
Once you dragged me from the mud
Now, to mud you shall return
Twenty minutes later I have your eyeballs in my hands
They used to look at me with affection
Now they are lifeless, cold and impersonal
Transparent like glass
Glass that cuts deep
The future seems bleak, as I’m sitting next to you
You left me without options
I am a twisted, sick and desperate creature
But I know how to tell great jokes
We’ll rot in this lightless hole together
Misery loves dead company