Now You're Going to Be Famous

How can you stand without a spine?

Turn your fucking back on me?

Yet I will walk away with a smile

You will become my newest creation

So where has all of this gotten you?

With a blade to your throat

I can smell the fear on you

I will wipe you clean from my memory

You cry out and tremble before me

So prepare to meet your fucking maker

So put your mouth to the curb

Now you're going to be famous

All will admire me for what I've done

I wish I could say it won't hurt

May the pain eat away at your existence

Much like the cancer that lines your womb

You will truly know what suffering is

Forgiveness is no longer an option

As you lay lifeless in my presence, I may find my peace and my solace

As your pulse slowly fades away