Slaughterhouse
Feelings I hold, resting on a gas stove
The hotter, the more I pretend I’ve control
Blood from the slaughterhouse, feeding my muse
The more I’m covered, the more they’re amused
People will promise you everything here
Watch how their empty hands prove what you feared
People will say they won’t leave you behind
Watch how the honorable spread their own lies
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to maydayhobby to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.