Better to Wake up to Than Coffee?

Text Me*

Brick me in with boxed up wine

Asphyx me with your cigarettes

Strangle me with anal beads

Bleed me out with kitchen knives.

Text me.

Maybe I will see.

Text me.

I think it's all I need.

Text me.

How hard can it be?

Burn my skin with hot wax, baby

Let the fire spread.

Kiss me with a nail gun

As it pierces through my jaw.

Text me.

Maybe I will see.

Text me.

I think it's all I need.

Text me.

How hard can it be?

Go Orwell's 1984 and put

A rat cage on my head.

My brain will be its sewer system

Isn't that just great?

Text me.

Maybe I will see.

Text me.

I think it's all I need.

Text me.

How hard can it be?

*A trash romance poem based off Call Me by Blondie