Your Game

Put your knife in me
 Walk away
 Walk away
 Worthless
 I'm worthless
 I feel nothing for you. I hold myself down
 Keep to yourself. You shouldn't touch me
 My skin peels off my bones. I'll give you a
 Gift: take the skin from my stomach and
 Stretch it across your face. Look in the
 Mirror: I see myself through your eyes. My
 Body's on the ground behind you. You use
 It to amuse yourself. When you kick it
 Around the room, you feel the impact of
 Your boot in your stomach. Cry for me
 Blame me for the fact you no longer
 Recognize yourself. Lying here, I want the
 Air in this room to consume me, to pull my
 Body in behind itself while you stare down
 At me uncertain if you've lost yourself in
 Me
 You're running your hands along the
 Leather surface of your skin. The sound
 This makes changes pitch according to the
 Area of your body you touch. Your thighs
 And your groin generate a low hum - the
 Sound of my corpse releasing dead air
 When you kick me. Your face generates a
 Continuous high pitched squeal - the
 Sound I make when you burn me. I take
 You over. You forget yourself in my body
 When you chew a piece of skin from your
 Finger, you remember my body in your
 Mouth, my bones cracking between your
 Teeth. I love you. When you lick your hand
 Your sweat tastes like my blood. Conceal
 Yourself. Close yourself off. Pull back into
 Mi skin. I'm inside you. The place on the
 Flood where my body decayed left a stain
 On your memory. That's the signature of
 My love for you. You can't forget me
 Without losing yourself. I'll never die