Safia Elaina - Lonely Deaths

Everything I've ever had has suffered from strawberry bruises
This old house is like a spouse who refuses to hear the music
Flowery flesh pressed upon my dress has got me breathing
Into hopelessness

Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath in the early mornin'
Wicked tears, grab a knife say "cheers", you finally have a little moment
To sit back, smoke weed and relax in the midst of the world
Burnin' up again

Dreadful, can't you see?
Why the hell should I sit back, vapidly
Imperiously
The darkness of light pink is tinged melancholy
Am I to be sorry
That I inversely like to cause anarchy?

Lonely deaths dripping up from limbo
Dante says Dahmer's limbs are cold so
Best to stir fry them as we grow old
And lonely, where's your family?
Lonely deaths dripping up from limbo
Dante says Dahmer's limbs are cold so
Best to stir fry them as we grow old
And lonely, where's your family?
It's fucking cold

Handbooks of poison and roses hide themselves of my bookcases
Diaries and cute grimoires holding in all of my gore-y secrets
When the time comes most everyone might have a lot to say
About the doll I am

This is a private event, apocolypse for the rotten girls only
Helplessness and stupidity are the things that fucking complete me
Being with me is the equivalent to injecting
Yourself with cancer

Dreadful, can't you see?
Why the hell should I sit back, vapidly
Imperiously
The darkness of light pink is tinged melancholy
Am I to be sorry
That I inversely like to cause anarchy?

Lonely deaths dripping up from limbo
Dante says Dahmer's limbs are cold so
Best to stir fry them as we grow old
And lonely, where's your family?
Lonely deaths dripping up from limbo
Dante says Dahmer's limbs are cold so
Best to stir fry them as we grow old
And lonely, where's your family?
It's fucking cold

I know I collapsed when I saw the body
The trash that came oozing just surrounded me
Always incomplete, the definition of unlovable
Why am I still here?

Lonely deaths dripping up from limbo
Dante says Dahmer's limbs are cold so
Best to stir fry them as we grow old
And lonely, where's your family?
Lonely deaths dripping up from limbo
Dante says Dahmer's limbs are cold so
Best to stir fry them as we grow old
And lonely, where's your family?
It's fucking cold

Written by:
Safiatu Bah

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