Oh my, how you tear me with your words.
How you rub the salt in with your cunt covered hands.
My mean, mean baby, let me nurse you with my own health.
My mean, mean baby, let me clean your filth with my protected vulnerability.
Oh my, how loud you can scream. Lashing out in a fit of rage.
Till I claw at my own ears in aversion to the hellfire ringing out.
My mean, mean baby, how I bend to you, how I will break to defend your sanctity.
My mean, mean baby, how I mourn the shell I have become in your care.
Oh my, how you project all the evil onto me.
How you resent me through your mirrored glasses.
My mean, mean baby, how you will try to find orgasms in emptiness. Knowing my finger is on your trigger, pulling back to evade what I know you crave.
My mean, mean baby, how you love to lie. How easily it flows out of your mind. How eager I was to drink it all down.
Oh my, how long it will take you to fill the void you carved out. The one that fit me effortlessly. Too bad I left you standing on the side of the road, wondering how to get home.
My mean, mean baby, show me your natural state. Are you seeing red yet, baby? Are your knuckles white with rage, yet, baby?
My mean, mean baby, show me your teeth.
One response to “Mean Mean Baby”
Damn this is good