A.C.D. (Abcessive Compulsive Disorder) - Nothing

Swallow, corrosive confection

Decay, rotting in your wound

I can, wallow in your filth

I live to

Here we are again

Can someone find a cure because

You know me and you know I am not well

I always knew

Id eventually hurt you

Infection, My bacteria

Always, give you all of me

Old aches, from your new mistakes

Same mistakes

And I will leave you

With a bad taste in your mouth