Straight Razor City

[font=verdana]I have a tendency to slice through syllables, sentences      
With tentacles holding pencils      
Grazing through a maze of razor blades sheathed in alcohol as if I were invincible      
Suspended from high ceilings above with hooks clipped to my limbs      
Watch me dance as I am your puppet, used for your amusement      
Are thou not entertained?      
I shift my weight, the hooks ripping through my flesh as I fall into a field of even bigger hooks, meat hooks      
Inside out, outside in      
Pools of alcohol  
Stagger till' you fall       
It’s all fun and games until someone has a four foot bong lodged up their rectum, a human chimney if you will      
Chromium soaked bloodthirsty blades, double-edged      
My kitchen still covered with the stench of rigor mortis      
The couple upstairs won’t stop fucking, I can’t stop fucking myself      
My next door neighbors are flicking needles again      
I’m five feet, ten inches filled to the brim with hatred, hostility      
My ex girlfriend is fucking my drug dealer      
As I swallow and choke on the famous last words once spoken by a nobleman turned pedophile