Shadows, Whisper...

Snickering,
Snorting,
Just full out belly aching,
Honey your oh so cute,
If you were my grandma you dull bitch,
Let's be true your fatty butt can't see it,

You hear us often,
So quiet and giggly,
But who's the crazy one?
You,
Because your stitching your lips,
That's probably the best thing to do,

We've turned this innocent girl,
She was so bright and bold,
Now shy to the bone,
We lurk her ears and whisper deep,
While following her every step,
Every sunny day, or any day.

Demons exist don't you doubt it twice,
Otherwise you'll be eating your own flesh,
Not with teeth,
With razor blades late in the night.