I’d shoot holes in the sky for you,
But why would you want me to?

I’ll destroy all my
Art that scares you,
That you don’t understand.
Black oil dripping down paintings,
Red ink scribbled over my stories.
I’ll burn my whole house down.
Can I stay with you?

I’ll be a cannibal for you.
I’ll **** your enemies and
Rip at their throats,
Kissing you while
Blood dribbles down.
But then, you’ll
Call the cops on me.

The red and blue
Reflects on the stars,
The stars that
You hate because you
Hate anything that shines.
They make me sick for you.

I escape the grasp
Of the officer and
Run into your arms.
You give me a pity smile and
I know this is goodbye.

I’d still shoot the sky for you,
But you won’t even
Look me in the eyes anymore.