Angels Don't Live In This City

I know I'm worthless, and
I say meaningless things;
Just as I'm quite aware that I
Come after your cunt.
Just beware that
When you push so hard,
That lives can be twisted in a not so realistic;
Surrealist way.
Inspire me to put my bleeding wrists,
Smeer blood on your throat.
I'll call you my doll,
POWMIA.
Get the reference yet?
Maybe you're just a tad too slow,
So another guess is in line.
I'll make your face reflect,
What I crave most
Happiness.
Slit mouth, ear to ear
Cry, cry, cry
As you bleed out glistening red,
Soon to be brown
Tears.
So much for being my little cute slut,
No time for me,
Well i've got the world,
And an hour glass or two;
Grains of sand drop,
And each grain is going to be a piece of you.
I'll cut and cut,
Cut away my pain
But I'm not my own canvas anymore,
Smooth skin of a woman,
Is much better than any piece of
Shit art work.
I'd love to melt your face,
Watch you bleed, choke on your blood
And lose your fucking faith.
Dismemberment,
Find you head lost,
Leimert Park.