You were my baby doll; You were steel eyes and a butterfly mouth. Don’t you want to kiss me?
You were my drug dealer; You were cutting sugar and a basket of skulls. Don’t you want to bleed me?
You were my life giver; You were glowing lights and holy hands. Don’t you want to save me?
You were my mad doctor; You were a bloody glove and broken scissors. Don’t you want to cure me?
Darling, you made me so tall, You and your broken jars, Your beasts of Mary. Honey, I needed you for life, You and your innocent screams, Your breasts of Mother. Sugar, you fucked me up bad, You and your bottled kittens, Your birds of Mourning.
I am your virgin mother; I am loving arms and dripping lips. I am going to give you love, then take it away.
I am your worshipping junkie; I am a dirty needle and a suicide razor. I am going to shoot my poison into your veins.
I am your Jessicka Christ; I am a burning cross and a thorne through the temple. I am going to make you my sex slave.
I am your naughty nurse; I am big breasts and a chainsaw. I am going to cure you.