It Withers and Withers

Episode 1

The garbage you throw at me with your hands so shy
Waiting for a reply?
Embryos and cherry petals lie
Under your society's gentle, innocent eyes
Your hopeless screams of hypocrisy and lies
Honesty? Denied. Love, say good bye
As their vulgarities, just like a bonsai
Limited only by the planet providing their supplies
Enjoy your emptiness and eat your apple pie
I laugh and cry with my scorn standing by
Your phobias and deficits I spy
I enjoy your loathe and drain your withering replies
I suck up the remnants of your scum from Thailand to Shanghai
But I can still smile
For I am the only guy bearing your lethal flies
And the truthful facts of your lies; something you just can't deny
Asphalt and mucus, my death you imagine and fantasize
You can't stay inside the mezzanine, you either love or despise
What's up? No more tears to cry?
Be thankful, instead, mortal am I
Just because the sound of despair guides me high
Wither yourself; your kisses for my skin are dry
Laughter or a smarter attitude, love for me you can't buy
Buried and (Censored) up by your anger you try to dye
I stand on this venom mountain and your threats I defy
Killed by your beautiful dragonfly
But raping your families on your graves, may I hear how your soul cries?
Plucked, raped, disguised and exploited, on my mutilations you rely
Penetrated knots of pain so wry
On those words and my middle fingers I rely
And pointing at you I scream "Please die"

Episode 2

Shoot
Your bullets want my flesh
But where are you aiming?
I don't have "It" in my chest
Only the clockwork mechanical muscles
Shameless and senseless
I face your frowning eyebrows
And your tired eyebags
You can't trample the bug this time
Painted with honey and saliva
Your crime and my punishment
Screwed by my pride
Or your gentle attempts to make up
Something that never
Never
Would work; the trashwork of lies and deceits
A spindled armor and a Shinigami by my side
What do you offer?
The moths I gave you
You never caught them
Or a rainbow of red, red, red, red, red, red and red
The lily stands alone between the path of ants and bloodsuckers
Rearranged by eyeballs and skulls
Your path to divinity, fouled by the crimes of sex
The lapislazuli piercings, I'm crucified by them
On a gentle cross, a wormwood cross
But I smile with this razor wired crown
Unlike Jesus Christ, I claim your sins are yours
Innocently I pay for them
But blindly I've already walked up the stairs
Intently
The libido watching of your vision
Can you spit more scum on me?
Suppurating the last traces of warmth
Honestly, I yell at you
"Please die"