Coven (1997) from Liquid Gold by Anita Velveeta

Circled in by
Cannibals and liars
Paranoid im paranoid, hearing faceless nameless whispers
Beg to God, please make it stop

Im a host
For parasites in bulging veins
Crawling up and down me like an 8am commuter train

It’s a game
Of are they being nice to me
Or do they just smile at everyone and everything

Ravenously grinning entrapping web that is made for me

Run their fingers along my skin drawing different cuts of meat

A needle a razor
A knife or a dagger
Butcher me to feed the family

Scraps of hairs, bones,
Teeth and torn clothes
All thats left from the feast

Fed me well
Gave up all of my trust
Its why i never saw the blade

Carnal celebrations begin once the coven has picked me clean

Maybe
They would have
Spared me
If i had

Joined in
their games
Put them
On my plate

Cause the world
They live in
Its eat or
Be eaten

But its not for me
Stuck in the jaws
They wont let me go
Trapped between the claws and fangs, a wolf in sheeps clothing

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