You leave me to go insane in the deafening silence
craving the touch of your relentless violence
watch me wallowing in this putrid mud
in this trench of shit that you've dug

you're almost as good at hog-tying
as you are with your lying
left with nothing once i wash off the blood
you make me feel like a pig out of mud

the bacon's tender, it's time to feast
sink your teeth into this vulgar beast
my swill is your emotional waste
my meat is juicy-come have a taste

come bring some life into this empty trench
breathe some oxygen into this putrid stench
left with nothing once i wash off the muck
this piggy's more tender with every fuck.

-Kate 98