Fat Heart

Fat heart The punctures will not hurt The pain you keep drives you berserk Full of fat The aching painful stomach wounds Your throat feels like sand dunes Fat heart You will not depart Gilded notions will not work The pain you give drives me berserk Full of fat I am through with all of that: The aching painful stomach wounds My throat feeling like sand dunes The fat is cancerous Oozing with your hateful pus Fat heart The punctures do nothing And I will give you the same thing While your heart turns to black I will leave and not look back At your fat heart And I will depart

people sicken me with grief sometimes.

. **jstop