Hirudinea from Transitional Forms by 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖕𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖍

These leeches try to kiss my feet
(I’m learning nothing’s real.)
Proximity’s it’s own reward:
A virtue signal in a blood meal.

And it boils my blood,
So go and drink it up
Like the sucker you are.
I hope you burn from the inside
While I’m left to tend my scars.

No spine.
Worms will find a body.
So blind,
How did I let you live inside me?

You are nothing but a front.
And you know,
You always know.

You are all talk
Your lips move so fast while you’re making your promises.
We walk the walk.
Pat yourself on the back, platitudes are so well spoken.
We pay the price
When there’s work to be done you’re nowhere to be found.
Oh, but you’re so nice
God, I hope that makes up for everything else.

We pay a price
But you’re so nice.
Nice ain’t worth shit,
If we’re all gonna bleed for it.

Don’t stand beside me
If you won’t use your voice.
Your coward’s conscience
Knows that you made a choice.
You’re always silent
When there’s work to be done;
You’re not a feminist
Just because you fucked one.

You worm.

You’re not a feminist
Just because you fucked one.

• Hardcore
• Metal
• Metalcore
• femme
• melodic hardcore
• queer
• Baltimore