Born to Make You Happy

He wears necklace of my baby teeth against his flesh

Forced the seeds of pomegranates down my throat

Screwed a ring on my finger as sour as the one staining the tub

The ether bruises on my skin are fresh

He knew in my macabre depression I would devote

Administering poison to my flowering shrub

Sweeping up the broken pieces of my porcelain body

Watching flies dance on the window from my state of post cry comatose

Then he puts me in a coffin after the lock and the key

Running away was my antibody

On my vulnerability you overdosed

He says because of his paranoia I have to take care of him and never leave